Anniversary

Michael and I are celebrating our 11th wedding anniversary.  Today I am a mixture of happiness and sorrow; happy to celebrate another year with my husband, sorrowful because my grandfather just passed away.  We’ve been planning our anniversary date for weeks and I’m trying to remember it's appropriate to celebrate in the midst of grief.  Tonight we are going to a romantic dinner and then watching the new Thor movie.  Eva is not invited.  She will be at our friend’s house. 

Anniversaries are funny.  I can’t believe it has been 11 years already, but then I also feel like it’s been longer.  It’s as though we’ve always been together.  I’m grateful for the chance to take a moment and reflect on our relationship and the importance of it.  I thought when I married Michael that my love for him was really deep and meaningful.  It wasn’t.  It was an immature, fairy tale kind of love that has since evolved into something deep and meaningful.  I love him now with intensity.  I continue to grow in my love for him.  The most astounding thing is that I’m not sick of him and we actually still have things to talk about!

Michael is kind and patient and sincere.  He puts up with my nagging and carrying on, he overlooks my goatee and sausage fingers, he unloads the dishwasher because he knows I hate doing it.  He is my source of strength and happiness.

So on this 11th anniversary, I will take a break from sadness for a moment and celebrate my union with Michael.  I’m going to eat Crème Brulee and a candy bar, and cry again later. 

I love you, Mykey!