Five years in and we have touched all the edges of that spectrum. It is nothing like I imagined it would be. Five years in and while I wasn’t sure at some points if we’d make it to one we are stronger now, stronger together than we are apart. This thing we are building, it’s going the distance.
The thing is, there’s nothing short about life. It’s the longest thing we’ll ever do, here, and while time moves quickly the years stretch out in front of us like a highway that goes past the horizon. If you find someone you want as your copilot, you’re pretty lucky. He is not perfect. I’m not perfect. We’re not perfect together, and this road trip takes a hell of a lot more than love to keep the vehicle in motion. "Some people’s wives," he sighs at me with great frequency, and I grin every time. He makes me laugh. He listens to me. He teaches me. He makes me want to be better. That’s what a partner does. That’s who he is.
You can’t give people advice about marriage, because no two marriages are the same, and we all have to learn from our own successes and failures anyway. But I guess I’d just say that the long-view matters, a solid work ethic matters because, yeah, the whole life-long partnership isn’t going to be a cakewalk. But if you’re committed to that, you find a way to get through even the times when you don’t like each other. You remind each other, especially at those times, that you love each other. You make space, and then the life you build together fills it.
Five years in, and it’s been worth it, every minute. Happy Anniversary to The Mister, my mister, my love, my best friend and co-pilot on this life’s journey.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment