Four years ago on a warm day in May I married my best friend!!!
Just kidding, this is not that blog. But I did get married a few years ago today to a guy who now looks a lot less like my boyfriend and a lot more like the guy who scrubs the mold from our bathtub. Thanks rockstar! I hope those chemicals are not giving you a degenerative disease.
Marriage is a funny thing. We like to joke about it and act as if the whole thing is just a giant sketch from Everybody Love’s Raymond, but really it’s pretty serious. We stand up in front of one or five hundred people and pledge to love a person even if they lose all their limbs or can never find anything in the refrigerator. We promise not to have sex with anyone else or even act like we want to have sex with anyone else. We nod our heads and say I do to a lifetime of the same conversations.
“What do you want to eat?”
“I don’t care. What do you want to eat?”
“I don’t care, spaghetti?”
“No. We just had spaghetti.”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO EAT?”
“I don’t care. You decide.”
It is not something to take lightly.
It is also not something to take too seriously. For example, if your spouse casually mentions you are poisoning your fetus by drinking a Coke, maybe do something unpleasant to his toothbrush. Put some salt in his tea! Maybe turn all his shirts inside out.
There are so many options.
Oh Austin. In four years we’ve had five moves, six jobs, one career change, and made two babies. Cheers to 60 more years of the constant ebb and flow of things.
We got this.