I used to think that with time, I got smart, and picked a great husband. I’ve since come to realize I had nothing to do with it…God was indulgent and generous and gifted me this wonderful man.
Sunday was our twelve-year-wedding-anniversary.
I think our anniversary is the highlight of my year. More than birthdays. More than Halloween. (Maybe not more than Christmas, but that’s not really comparing apples to apples, as that holiday has a huge spiritual component for me.)
But, the anniversaries we share, although wonderful, are not more wonderful than any other day together. Really. In fact he’s one of those anti-Hallmark-induced-celebrations-kind of people. He mostly avoids to-do’s on Valentine’s Day. His proposal was over crepes one nondescript Saturday. But he brings home flowers, and chocolate, out of the blue. All the time. (Well, he did. And I’m sure he will again. After we leave Guinea). And more importantly than flowers, and yes, even chocolate, is, he is kind to me. Every day. Always.
I’m not sure how or where he learned it, but he never loses sight of his goal: To have a great relationship. With me.
So, he doesn’t say things he’ll regret.
He doesn’t do things that will hurt me (at least not intentionally).
I always know, no matter how frustrated, angry, or sad he may feel, that he loves me. That he’s in this forever. As Elvis sang to me, walking me down the aisle in the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chappel, to marry Dreamboat;
All that I want is to be near to you,
To spend my life making it clear to you,
You are my heart, my soul, my dream come true.
Dreamboat LIVES that. Every day.
People often say marriage is hard work. Work? Yes, it can be. Hard? Nope. Dreamboat is living proof it doesn’t have to be.