The Mr. and I have been married for thirty years as of today, with a little speed bump we muttled through four years in. Not a lot of people can say they’ve been married twice… to the same person, but that’s what we did. The first time around we were married young and still had some growing up to do. We jumped ship but then climbed back up the ladder. Long story shorter – I am grateful and blessed to have this man and beautiful family to share life with, good times, bad times, mistakes, do-overs and all.
We have our differences, still, sometimes BIGLY – YUGE even… some of you will get that drift. Sometimes we can get on each other’s very last nerve for the stupidest thing, and then finger that nerve like playing a one string guitar…
For example… just last week on a work morning at 5:30 a.m. I finished up a batch of blueberry pancakes and set it before him with plenty of extra syrup and butter, which he likes. What came out of his mouth instead of thank you was “How many times do I have to explain I want just six blueberries in my pancakes, not a whole handful. Seriously, is six such a hard thing to remember? Six blueberries?” Now, you gotta laugh at such OCD foolishness, not to mention the rudity. Laugh I did, only to irk him more… That one string guitar, ya know. And then I told him off. Because seriously?
So do those stupid little things still put a little wedge between us now and again? (and I surely have my own stupid moments) … You betcha. But when I come home tired and filthy after a long drive and a long week of horse show and he’s cleaned the kitchen and fed and cared for my dogs for five days and rubs my aching back and thanks me for all I do when I am home, well, like I said above – it’s those important things, the love in little ways.. and family – that are the tie that binds, the glue that bonds.
I bet you can guess what I made him for our 30th Anniversary breakfast this morning.
