When I was a little girl I would dream about what my life would be like when I got married. I emphasize when because I always knew I wanted to be married. I was never one of those girls who thought boys were gross. I remember chasing a boy named Paul around the playground in Kindergarten. I always imagined that I would have the perfect life with my perfect family and perfect husband with our perfect kids and perfect house and perfect things.
If you have been reading my blog, you know how I met my husband. After that, it was pretty much a whirlwind romance, if you can call it that. We didn't believe in the way most people do things in a relationship. We did things backwards. Not long after we met I felt nauseous one day and I just knew that I was pregnant. A few pregnancy tests proved that to be true. I was 21 and I was happy. I did not care if HE wanted to stick around or not, this was my baby. As it turns out, he did want to stick around and though we were both nervous, we decided to try our hardest to have our fairytale.
We moved in together, our son was born and one day I told him we were going to get married...he said ok, so we did. It was nothing fancy. Our ceremony was in City Hall with close friends and family , and a week later we had a reception in a Knights of Columbus Hall. Soon our daughter came along and life has just seemed to fly by.
Normal people celebrate milestone anniversaries, and they remember them too, but you know that I am not normal. I can't even tell you what we did for our five year anniversary. On our ten year anniversary we were probably planning our vow renewal ceremony that happened three months after our 10th anniversary on December 17th-the day we met. Today is our 15 year anniversary. I can tell you that I woke up to breakfast in bed and passionate lovemaking followed by a day of gazing into each other's eyes and feeding each other strawberries and sipping champagne by candlelight. That is in fact what my perfect fairytale would have been like, but I already told you that my name is not Cinderella.
Instead, I woke up with a stiff neck and back at 4:45 am to walk HIM to the door as he left for work. I handed him an envelope with a little paper I made at work with our picture and happy anniversary wishes. When he asked what it was i told him to open it later. I went back to bed, slept way too late and got ready within 25 minutes. I then got blamed for losing my daughter's shoes since she sould not find them. My friend and I spent the day on a fasting liquid diet so I was starving all day. At work we had a staff meeting and I was pretty blah all day thanks to corporate dream crushers. I got a text message from him telling me he loved me and he had something for me as well. That usually translates to, him rushing to get me something before I get home.
I got a call from another co-worker in a department accessible to a front door saying that she had something for me. I thought it would be flowers, but I was hoping it wasn't, afterall, what did I even get him? It was just a card she handed me and then I laughed and the thought of anthrax passed through my mind...(ok, he's not that clever!) No poison and just a pretty card that was everything an anniversary card should be mushy and all. And then at the end it said....Happy Birthday. I thought it was cute and told him that for my birthday at the end of the month I wanted an anniversary card. I came home after picking up a pizza meal deal for under $10. I washed dishes, cleaned the kitchen, took out trash and took a shower.
No, my life isn't a fairytale. We have our ups and downs and I hate him when I don't love him. He calls me things that rhyme with Hat Sass and Plucking Witch and I call him things that rhyme with Clucking Chick and Cupid Masspole. I have a pile of different wedding looking rings I get from Avon so when I am mad I can take them off and throw them at him. I told you before, we have that El Cantante love. I say I hate him, he says he hates me but the next day we are sitting on the couch hand in hand watching Jeopardy. We are not perfect and I doubt that we ever will be, but what we have works for us, for the moment or for however long. So here's to another milestone anniversary. maybe if I am lucky I will still be writing this blog so that there will at least be a record of what I did on anniversary number 15. Farewell Fairytale and go to hell Cinderella...I'm cuter than you anyways!
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