Thursday, April 29, 2010

Three

 G and I have been married for three years (just next week!).  Three long years.  Sometimes perfect day walking barefoot in the park sort of lovely.  Sometimes waves crashing terror at sea get me off this boat turbulent.  And every moment?  All the smiles, the frowns, the shouted "I love you"s as we said goodbye, the screaming of "I detest you" as we cried.  All those moments are beautiful and unique to us and make us who we are as a couple.  I don't regret a single one (though I've apologized for many).

We met.  We loved.  We keep at it.

Many people used to chastise me for not wanting to date G.  In fact I spoke against it very strongly.  I didn't want more of him than a friend to call after a rough day.  And now that we're married we get "don't you wish you got it sooner?"

Nope, not a chance.  Because all the jerks I dated before, all the unreliable men made me see G for who he is.  It's what I can remind myself of when I'm upset with him.  It's what keep me keeping on.  And he agrees.  Had he not desired me for so long he actually gave up hope he wouldn't appreciate what living without me is like.  It keeps him working on being the man he wants to be.

Ours is not a perfect love story.  Ours is a rough and tumble ride that I am extremely pleased to be on.  It's the ride of my life and I have no intention of asking to stop.

4 comments:

  1. So sweet, Casey and I will be married 3 years on May 19.

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  2. I don't think anyone's love story is really a perfect love story - except that it is perfectly right for them. :) Congratulations!

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  3. HAPPY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!

    J

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