Thirteen Years

Today is our thirteenth anniversary.

Not going to lie, this past year felt like a 13-year itch. There were times we both considered what it would be like without the other around (worded much more nicely here than in the moment). 

Maybe this is normal, and it’s just happening a few years later than it usually does for others (hence “seven-year itch)? A cycle that you have to go through and hopefully come out better on the other side? Who knows? 

But, fortunately, we are both still here, fighting with and for each other. 

Happy anniversary to my husband. You know I still love you despite our shit.

Twelve Years

Today is our twelve year anniversary.

It doesn’t feel like we’ve been married for twelve years. In this pandemic/post-pandemic/work-from-home world, my husband and I have spent substantially more time together, like most spouses.

On the optimistic side of the pandemic, I think it has improved my life in that I never thought a work-from-home life was possible. But now, we can save time on not commuting; be able to volunteer at the kids school, drop them off and pick them every day; be able to go for a bike ride during lunch; and spend a lot more time together.

I am a very awkward, non-social person, so this is great for me. My husband is a social person. He enjoyed going to the office, but is now fully remote. His chit chat at the office is replaced with chit chat at school pick ups and lunch with his wife.

Happy anniversary to my husband, from the co-worker he never wanted 🙂

Eleven Years

Today is our eleven year anniversary.

To be blunt, the past two months have been really shit. Our house and almost everything we had got destroyed by Hurricane Ida. But, we made it through, and our kids are still happy and healthy.

Our anniversary reminds me though that I am thankful. Actually, every day reminds me that I’m thankful. Even though, I’m also really pissed and sad.

I’m thankful my kids look at the bright side of things. And I’m thankful for my husband — for getting angry at the stuff I’m angry about, holding me when I’m sad, and being a great father and husband.

Happy anniversary, dear. I hope the rest of our lives together are boring and normal.

Ten Years

Today is our ten year anniversary.

Marriage is hard work. Anyone who says otherwise is either a lying liar or the easiest going person.

When the lockdown started, I worried being stuck at home for long periods of time might drive us crazy and things that would normally annoy us about each other would be magnified. Luckily, I think the opposite happened and, for the most part, I have really enjoyed being home with my husband and kids for this period of time.

It’s hard to fathom that we’ve been married for ten years. We’ve definitely had our ups and downs, but I think since we know each other more, we’ve gotten better at being understanding and, when necessary, giving each other space.

Happy anniversary to my husband. There’s no one I could imagine being stuck at home with for another seven (or however many) months. Love you.

Nine Years

Today is our nine year anniversary.

A few weeks ago, we met up with my high school friends that I haven’t seen for a few years. My friend said to me that it is amazing how much things have changed from the last time we spoke.

And, looking back, I’m so thankful for all those changes — the good and the bad. Without the bad, I wouldn’t have the good. Lately, I’m trying to focus more on the good and enjoy the ordinary.

Happy anniversary to my husband, I love you and our life together. Let’s enjoy what we got cause this is it.