Today, hubby and I celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary. It’s certainly been a crazy ride. I started this blog 3 days before our anniversary in 2009. (So, this is also my 5 year Blogiversary!) I guess maybe, it’s not a normal person who decides that an appropriate anniversary “gift” to their husband is a blog (open to the entire internet world) that shares all the things that are
irritating, annoying, frustrating, dang keyboard… I mean ENDEARING about living with him.
But, nobody ever said I was normal. (Even my grandma - who is probably dancing somewhere in a far away place celebrating my anniversary – thought I was a little bit “not normal”)
So here we are 11 years into our marriage. 12+ years into our relationship. And 5 years into a blog that many naysayers insisted would destroy the underlying fabric of our lives together. To them, I say a big FAT phooey.
The only things that could destroy our marriage are crumbs, soda cans, a distinct inability to clean properly and a lack of awareness of the laundry room. And, thanks to this blog, rather than let these petty annoyances destroy our marriage I just share the stories with all of you and all of a sudden I feel better! The blog is like therapy for me. It lets me tell you all how insane our lives can be. It lets you laugh along with us. It lets you feel better about your marriage because you can either identify with us – OR – because you realize your spouse is awesome by comparison and you’re incredibly lucky to not be stuck eating flat cheese, worrying about which bowl to use for the ice cream, or having absurd conversations about pizza toppings with mine!
Like many marriages, ours works despite our differences. Despite petty crap and despite the steam that can come out of my ears as I walk past a pile of hubby’s “stuff”, that’s been sitting in the family room for weeks, for like the bazillionth time. Yes, those days are the days when I realize that I love him. It make take me a while to get there – but eventually I do – and I realize that there’s nobody else’s underwear I want to step over. Nobody else’s toothpaste I want to wipe up. And, nobody else’s quirks I want to write about.
Those are the days I realize what a great guy I have. One who’s a great dad and truly a great partner. Even if he just happens to annoy the ever-living-crap out of me sometimes.
There are many things that make each of us who we are. These things could be described as; personality traits, idiosyncrasies, quirks. For some, the words could be; weird, strange, eccentric, unique. Regardless of the actual vocabulary you use to describe someone, think about this: If every single one of us wasn’t just a little bit “weird”, in our own way, wouldn’t we all be exactly the same? And isn’t some of that “uniqueness” exactly why you wound up with the person you are currently with? So, every time your spouse reminds you of their uniqueness, it should also remind you of why you got together in first place. And, on the days you want to kill each other… take a step back, think about the trait that’s bothering you and ask yourself……………. Is today the day I should I start a blog??
Happy Anniversary Hubby….. with many more to come!