It’s nice to know you have someone in your corner, someone
who sees you at your worst, like that bathroom mirror just before you notice it and strike a
pose out of habit. You know the pose, sucking in, chin jutted out, making that ducky
face. Just me? Okay then. But through it
all, I have my wife—even if she is making fun of me most of the time.
Today marks year three in our marriage. And things are
better than I could have imagined. First of all, we’re still together, no small
feat because I’m not easy to live with. I’m neurotic, childish, self-conscious, not to mention impulsive. And then I have my faults…
But despite it all our marriage is humming along.
Today won’t be the most romantic evening in the world, as I still leave dishes in the sink and she still leaves hair in the drain. But hey, it's real life, not a romantic comedy. What we do have is a healthy
son, our own health, and a home to live in, and all of that is pretty romantic in itself. I can add the comedy, intentional or not.
My wife and I don’t do big, extravagant gifts, but we do
us pretty well. So here’s to years four, and five, and fifty. Hopefully the 45 in between will run smoothly as well...
