So the other day when I was putting his underwear away (yes, as innocently as that) I saw a plastic bag in the drawer and opened it without thinking. I found an anniversary card that I assumed was purchased for our upcoming sixth.
And then our anniversary came and went. My oversize card to him got left in the glove box because I rather vainly didn't want to carry it in and out of the fancy restaurant without a purse. I left the purse at home because we were on a nice date and I didn't want to be lugging around the three pounds of oversize mommish utility that I call my purse.
The card I thought was for me never appeared.
Then I forgot about the card in the glove box. I think he forgot mine, too.
So here we are, a full week after our anniversary, and we haven't exchanged cards. We're going to a wedding today. It could be lovely and romantic to celebrate six years in after watching a new pair launch into year one. If we remember....
Some of you may think, "That is just sad. How can you not honor your anniversary enough to give each other cards?"
If you were running a marathon with drink stations at every mile would you think it "just sad" if you forgot to stop at one along the way?
Cards and gifts are nice. I'm always appreciative. But marriage is a marathon, and what makes me exponentially happier is to still be in it with this man after six years of some of the best and worst times of our lives. We honor our commitment and cherish each other at all kinds of junctures along the way.
Yaay Anniversary! Bigger yay for when he got up to care for our crying son in the middle of the night because this pregnant mama was just too weary to do it. And even though the job entailed a stinky diaper, vomit, and relocating the other one who could not get back to sleep, he returned to bed and gently patted my leg like I was his most favorite person in the world.
With or without a card, what I celebrate is that six years in, that's still true.
So here's to the marathon! Six years in, he's still my favorite, too.
|picture by Phil Roeder|