Once upon a time, a girl and a boy (who maybe looked more woman and man than boy and girl…but who are we to judge?) had a very pretty wedding with lots of family, friends and a few random strangers. And, for the next year, they lived happily ever after…right? Because it was super easy! Except for family illness, problems dealing with the Federal government holding up their end of a bargain made long ago when the boy said he would go fight for his country, and way way WAY too much on the schedule from day to day. Yeah, except for that…
And you know what? That girl was…ME! And that boy…it was Brandon! Hooray!
In other words, Brandon and I just celebrated our first anniversary!!!!!!! Of COURSE all those exclamation points are necessary…hi, my name is Laura…I love to overdue get punctuation EXACTLY right.
So, one whole year under our belts. That means we are experts at this, right? RIGHT? Probably not, actually. But we’re doing pretty good. The before referenced “opportunities to grow closer” have been challenging, but in all seriousness, I think we’ve done a decent job of approaching them together. As a team. That’s what all the so-called experts encourage, right? I’m assuming. You’ll need to let me know if I’m wrong because I don’t listen to them. Terrible listening skills are my plight in life.
Before I got married…I’m sort of ashamed to say this and I REALLY hope my mother has no knowledge of this blog and will never see me say this…my mother told me that being married was different than anything else I had ever done and kind of hard. My listening skills being what they are…I didn’t listen. Actually, I had a bit of an attitude. Shocking, I know. I thought “Hey, we’ve lived together for several years already. It’s the same thing, so I’ve got this whole marriage thing down already!”
You know what? We were both kind of right and kind of wrong. So there. I said it. My mother was not TOTALLY wrong – that’s as far as I’m willing to go. I had a pretty good handle on what it meant to live with another person…a BOY, nonetheless…and approach life together. This added level of permanency has been a strange, though not unwelcome, feeling. It’s been weird to realize that even when the tough stuff comes neither of us will ever be alone to deal with it again. That has taken some adjusting, honestly.
And I feel like I am in dangerous territory for this whole post being misunderstood. So, in closing, I’m going to clarify.
My husband, Brandon, is amazing and I love him with all my heart. I feel fairly confident saying he feels the same. And living with him is NOT hard. Actually, living with our crazy furple (my new word), Gil, is actually harder than living with Brandon. Seriously…PeePee Pants likes to jump on my head when I’m sleeping and follow me around the house “talking” to me. Have you ever seen that episode of Family Guy where Stewie is standing by his mother saying “Mom…Mom…Momma…Mommy…”and so on? That’s our cat.
I’m really proud of our first year together. It worked. And I’m nervous and excited and happy to think about everything that will come over this lifetime together.
Happy Anniversary Honey!