Mosaic Life

20% of my life thus far

August 10, 2007 on 9:14 pm | In introspective |

Today is our 5th anniversary. I think we’re supposed to get each other silverware or something, but instead we’re taking a short trip to Charleston. Way cooler than a fork.

When we got married and people starting asking us when we were planning to have children, our standard answer was, “Oh, in about five years.” Welp, here we are at five years. And I’m thinking I could make it another five without kids. Every time we’re at a restaurant and there are kids screaming at a table nearby, or every time I think “Hey! We could go swim at the pool! Oh wait, there are peeing, screaming kids there all the time,” I remember that I’m really not so much ready for baby birthing just yet. Someday I will be. Someday when I’m convinced that our kids will be different. Check back with me in five years.

The last year has been pretty crazy. We moved across the country, I got a new job, we moved again into a much nicer apartment, and we got a kitty cat. But it hasn’t been bad - actually, the change has been good. I must say, I’m really enjoying life. I think we’ ve both adjusted well to Atlanta. And we’re happy. It’s weird when people ask how you’re doing, you know, how “you two” are doing. I don’t really know what to say, because it’s always the same answer. We’re happy. Things are going well. We love each other so much. But I always think that that’s what people would say even if they weren’t doing well. So I say things like, “We’re doing great! Brandon cleaned out the litter box for me.” And if that doesn’t prove that we’re in love and happy, I don’t know what will.

I think the first year of our marriage was the hardest, not because we argued or had difficulty adjusting to one another (we actually hardly ever argue; usually if we do it’s because I’m being unreasonable and need sleep, food, or air conditioning), but because of financial difficulty, health issues, and things like our apartment getting flooded or my car being broken into. We joked that something bad happened every 6 weeks, then it became every 3 months, and to date really bad stuff seems to happen about once a year. So chin up, newly-weds! It gets better. Not because bad things stop happening, but because you learn to deal with stuff together and roll with the punches.

I’m so glad that I married such a sweet, patient, loving person. Happy anniversary, Brandon.