So tomorrow is our anniversary. Five years.
We were going to renew our vows tomorrow at a cabin in the mountains. But we won't now. Job loss earlier in the year, the economy, everyone tightening their belts...it's just not a good time to spend money like that.
But it is a good time to be married five years.
It's odd. I know five years isn't some huge amount of time. I know that five years is a mere drop in the bucket. We're just babies. This has just started. My parents have been married nearly forty years. My sister, even, has been married almost twenty. Five years is just a blip on the radar of life.
We have memories. We have a life, together.
We have history.
Not all of it is good, mind you. There have been moments in which he has narrowly escaped my foot in his ass. I'm sure there are moments when I have narrowly escaped his. He's seen me at my best and at my worst. I had to watch him puke one day and then he wore a tank top in public and I didn't even divorce him. If that's not love, I'm not sure what is.
He supports everything I do. He's my biggest fan, and I'm his. He makes me laugh. He reigns me in. He might even read my book when it comes out.
He's my best friend.
Our anniversary doesn't just mark the day that we were married, it marks the day we became a family.
So tomorrow we won't be at a church, but we'll still be celebrating.
Because marriage, so far, means renewing those vows every single day.