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