25 Apr
2013

Two Years Here and Gone

Yesterday I jogged past some of the places we had our wedding portraits taken two years ago to the day, and in between huffs and puffs I marvelled at how much is different now. The pink blossoms are on the decline, the weather is crazy hot for April, and here I am out and about with a whole entire new member of our family. Simon has a different job–one that doesn’t beat down the happy whistler that makes himself heard when times are good–and Seersucker Wombat has grown a foot and a half and a million dreams inside his little-big head. As for me, there’s no way my current chest could fit into that wedding dress, for starters.

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What’s the same is that we’re still a family built around a couple who swarms each other like two hybrid lightning bug-moths, each unstoppably attracted to the glow of the other. I love him shallowly, like a new girlfriend loves her new boyfriend for all the easy stuff like his talent and his good humor and his twinkly chocolate eyes, but I also love him deeply, like a wife loves a husband she has known for a decade, a man whom she has made a home with and made children with and made jokes and compromises and signature cocktails with. This life isn’t always a piece of cake–sometimes it’s a pie with burnt crust and an underdone middle and off-center decorations on top–but you know I’m gonna eat that up anyway, crumbs and all, and it will be delicious because we made it together. Also, PIE.

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Marrying Simon is the best decision I ever made, followed closely by having our wedding catered by a taco truck. Some things are just Right.

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According to the books, the second anniversary is cotton, so…underwear? I don’t know! I’ve never done this before, unlike some people. (Ooh, anniversary BURN.)

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Happy weddingversary, you old so-and-so. You just danced past me doing the shuffle off to Buffalo move using an overturned champagne bucket as a top hat, and if you’ll allow me to turn my response into a metaphor: You don’t have to ask me twice. I will, I do, let me at it, tonight and tomorrow and forever.

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You are the best thing [that] ever happened to me.

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3 Comments

  • Love you guys. Love this.

    xoxo

  • This is one of the best “love,” “anniversary,” “marriage” blog posts EVER! It’s romantic and lovely and real and if I knew you in real life, even if I had only just met you and you had said this to me instead of typing it out, I would want to hug you for giving me hope that I, too, can have this.

  • Oh how I love this – your wedding pics are still some of my favorites ever! Happy anniversary!

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