There is an unwritten rule when it comes to blogging: Lest thou prefer swimming in the proverbial shitter, thou shalt not write crap about thy significant other.
Well, at least not on the blog that he knows about.
Someone asked me once why I barely ever write about Tony. It is quite simple, really.
- I am not his mother.
- We barely ever argue so I lack good material.
- The really great moments between us? Those are ours, and generally not for sharing.
But this one I do feel like sharing and I’m pretty sure he won’t mind.
Eight years ago today I married my best friend. He is a wonderful husband and father, and though I sometimes joke with him and lament that I did not marry well, I know that we found in each other a perfect match.
This past year has not been easy for us. It has been perhaps the most difficult year of our marriage to date. Just when you think you have cleared the path, life creates obstacles. Sometimes your choices create them as well.
It is what we have chosen that we truly need to value, and to remember why.
If with all the knowledge of what has transpired we could go back 8 years to the day we made our vows and start over again, or 13 years ago to when we decided to go on our first date and then chose to have a second, I still would not change a thing. I would continue on the same path.
I would still choose him. I would still want this life.
Happy Anniversary, My Love. Let’s remember to enjoy the now, though it doesn’t hurt to keep dreaming of that golf course retirement condo.
You know…the one with his and her carts in the driveway.