This past Saturday, Chris and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary. Ironically enough, we were attending a friend’s wedding on Saturday and as the ceremony unfolded, I found myself looking at the bride and groom and feeling slightly jealous at the adventure that they are about to embark on. You’re only newlyweds once. But then I looked over to where Chris stood with the rest of the groomsmen and, as I did, he looked out into the crowd and found me at that exact same moment. We smiled at each other and darn it if I didn’t get the same goosebumps from my head to my toe that I got six years ago standing at the alter.
The past year of marriage for Chris and me may not have been as doe-eyed and candlelight filled as our first year of marriage, but it certainly has been as meaningful.
I said I was starting to feel at home in Florida.
He said he missed his friends in Connecticut.
I said I was tired of clipping coupons and counting pennies.
He said he was tired of our tiny rental house.
I said I wanted to write a book.
He said he would watch the kids while I wrote.
I said I thought I could make writing a career.
He said he thought I needed a paycheck.
I said I was pregnant.
He said he hoped the baby came out carrying a bag of money.
I said I wasn’t giving birth to a leprachan.
He said he hoped it was a girl.
I said how odd it was that we would leave the backdoor unlocked.
He said to not come inside and to call the police.
I said I would never go back into that house again.
He said he found a house with a pool.
I said I was going to be a teacher.
He said he pitied my students.
I said I was worried someone was going to break in and take Bean.
He said I was worrying a lot lately.
I said I was tired from being pregnant.
He said he thought I was depressed.
I said maybe he was right.
He said he’d hold my hand through it.
I said I was angry at God.
He said he missed seeing God in my everyday life.
I said I’d talk to my minister.
He said we didn’t have enough money to cover my maternity leave.
I said thank goodness God and I were on good terms again.
He said he’d find extra work.
I said I’d pray.
He said he was getting a big promotion.
I said it’s time to go to the hospital.
He said she was the second most beautiful redhead he’d ever seen.
I said her name was Carline Grace.
He said he’d forgotten how much newborns sleep.
I said Bean went potty twice in one day!
He said sunsets on the back porch were worth the move to Florida.
I said I finally felt like myself.
He said he’d missed me.
I said I loved him more than the day we were married.
He said he loved me, too.
The thing I’ve learned about marriage in the past six years is that each year, each milestone, each moment, each memory can be important. Everything has the potential to be just as important as it was that very first year of marriage. Marriage is all about your perception – how you perceive your spouse, how you perceive yourself, how you perceive your relationship, how you perceive your life and your lifestyle – and your perception is about your mindset. If you choose to find the importance and the significance in the everyday, then your sixth year or your fourteenth or your fiftieth year of marriage can be just as important and significant as your first.
At least, that’s my theory.Â And I’m looking forward to proving that theory for the next fifty years with my sweet husband.