Sunday, August 24, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I love my husband
Ok, this is a bit of a departure, but really, with our 14th anniversary just passed, and our oldest daughter's 13th birthday just around the corner, it is time.
I wanted to write something flowery and beautiful about the love of my life, but you know, we're not something floral and beautiful. We're something else entirely. I think we're less like a boquet of flowers and more like artwork done by children on walls with the box of Sharpies pulled out of the drawer while mommy was in the bathroom.
We aren't beautiful, we're indelible.
Life in a marriage best described as unfading, steadfast, and indelible is pretty spectacular. It's a shame it doesn't make better copy. Girl Porn (otherwise known as Romance Novels) pales in comparison in every way to my life in this house, this marriage to this man, this life with this family.
So, please, ask me how long we've been married. Please, do, so that I can steal my grandmother's answer and tell you,
"Not nearly long enough"
I wanted to write something flowery and beautiful about the love of my life, but you know, we're not something floral and beautiful. We're something else entirely. I think we're less like a boquet of flowers and more like artwork done by children on walls with the box of Sharpies pulled out of the drawer while mommy was in the bathroom.
We aren't beautiful, we're indelible.
Life in a marriage best described as unfading, steadfast, and indelible is pretty spectacular. It's a shame it doesn't make better copy. Girl Porn (otherwise known as Romance Novels) pales in comparison in every way to my life in this house, this marriage to this man, this life with this family.
So, please, ask me how long we've been married. Please, do, so that I can steal my grandmother's answer and tell you,
"Not nearly long enough"
Labels:
anniversary,
family,
hope,
indelible marriage,
love,
romance
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