I woke up on the second day of my honeymoon and cried like I never cried before. It wasn't a wailing cry or a puffy nosed boogery cry, just a cry I felt down into my bones. It's not like I didn't know that one of us would die before the other (unless we performed some sort of Thelma and Louise stunt), it's just that I understood for the first time that there would come a day when one of us would wake up without the other one. And now that I had found THE ONE and married THE ONE, the thought truly soaked in that morning and it vaporized my heart. I hugged him so tightly. I wanted to be absorbed into his body so that it would be impossible for us to be parted. I know, I was so dramatic. But it's how I felt!
So he sung to me. Ladies, I lucked out in this department. His voice is like butta. He sang:
Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine,
A million tomorrows could all pass away,
There I forget all the joy that is mine, today.
By then I was bawling too hard to listen to the second verse.
What a beautiful and a scary thing to let yourself love someone so much. It requires inhuman amounts of trust, because if they turn out to be a dud, you are so hosed. Luckily, he's anything but a dud.
My marriage is a testament to me that God has a plan for us all. He shooed me like a clueless baby chick through my crazy life and into the arms of the perfect man for me. He has taught me to repress my swamp witch tendencies. Through watching his meekness I softened into a new person. He's never yelled at me once in our entire marriage. Bah! I wish I could say the same!
He woke me this morning with a little blue box and a kiss. If I may quote Salt and Pepa: "Whatta man whatta man whatta man, whatta mighty good man".
Happy tenth baby. Yay us!
What a beautiful and a scary thing to let yourself love someone so much. It requires inhuman amounts of trust, because if they turn out to be a dud, you are so hosed. Luckily, he's anything but a dud.
My marriage is a testament to me that God has a plan for us all. He shooed me like a clueless baby chick through my crazy life and into the arms of the perfect man for me. He has taught me to repress my swamp witch tendencies. Through watching his meekness I softened into a new person. He's never yelled at me once in our entire marriage. Bah! I wish I could say the same!
He woke me this morning with a little blue box and a kiss. If I may quote Salt and Pepa: "Whatta man whatta man whatta man, whatta mighty good man".
Happy tenth baby. Yay us!
5 comments:
This post is adorable!! And you are gorgeous. Nic sounds amazing...you are a lucky woman. :) Happy anniversary.
What an awesome, awesome, awesome post! Happy anniversary to you! You definitely did not pick a dud, but lets face facts: Nic lucked out big time too!! And yes, you may quote salt and pepa anytime you want. I still love that song... even if it does have some questionable lyrics tucked in there somewhere. :)
By the way, I really want to share this quote with my young women: "It requires inhuman amounts of trust, because if they turn out to be a dud, you are so hosed." Your posts seriously make me want to laugh and cry at the same time. You've got to write a book, I swear you'd make a zillion dollars!
You always give me laughs and warm fuzzies with your writing! You are pretty darn awesome and I think Nic is just as lucky :). Happy happy anniversary!
I remember Nic introducing me to you, his fiance, for the first time. I had only been married a couple of years. He asked me what marriage life was like and if it was true you love the spouse even more after you're married. Made me smile.
Happy tenth anniversary!!
You tug at my heart strings girl, so beautiful how you describe your love! And year after year I realize that WE missed the party of a lifetime! So glad to have the future to celebrate moments with you! xoxo
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