While Mr. Brandt entitled this piece “Two Giraffes Battling” I’m not so sure. I think that male and female entwine their necks in this manner when courting. I prefer to view it that way today at least. For today is my wedding anniversary. Parker and I were married nine years ago.
Of course it seems like yesterday. Indeed it is hard to believe that so much time has elapsed. We have grown together such that there seem hardly any space between us any more. We complete each other’s sentences, we tend to know the look, the tone of voice, without more being said most times. We often begin to talk at the same time, with the same thought.
We still laugh every day, many times during the day. We argue about things that mostly have little to do with our lives. Politics usually. Parker is more libertarian, I more left wing radical. He is more forgiving of others, I am more passionate. He is the deeper thinker of the two. I am more pie-in-the-sky in my Utopian yearnings.
We watch shows the other likes, even when it’s not our personal cup of tea. Mostly we find we like it too in the end. He loves to hear me laugh and climbs back into bed early in the morning just to snuggle. I never will stop catching my breath at the sight of his forearms, especially with a pair of leather work gloves on.
He’s losing his hair faster than I am gaining weight. I don’t look in the mirror a lot for wrinkles any more, I feel that safe. I shall always love how he gives the cats and dogs such a pass when they track in mud or break something by climbing too high. I will always laugh when he talks about having them “under his thumb,” which he does not and would not want to anyway.
I shall always appreciate how when I tell him what’s for dinner, he always says, “Ohhhh, my favorite,” when it usually isn’t. I smile when he says that salmon makes him appreciate all the fine dinners I usually prepare. I smile when he fixes things “farmer functional” because it will now last forever even though it will look like crap. But it will work!
We’re heading off to get some lunch. We are too lazy to get dressed up and go into the city. In fact it doesn’t matter much what we get to eat. It’s just a way of marking the day as something not so ordinary. It is you see, extraordinary.
Two people from two parts of the world, from very different histories, met and married within about eight months, start to finish. And since then we have lived together 24/7, with probably no more than about 2 weeks in which we were apart even 8 hours or more at a time. And we haven’t killed each other! Rather, we have moved, circulating around this center which is our home, and with each revolution, we have meshed more completely.
Some how we just fit. And I don’t know how to tell anyone how it happened or how they could duplicate it. It just happened. I kinda figure God had a hand in it, and we were just listening, and we looked in each others eyes that first time and knew we were worth it. Worth it to do what all successful marriages do, go out of your way to think first of the other. Let go of the petty silly junk that so many get caught up in.
We have never quarreled about the toothpaste, and how to deal with it’s diminishing size. We have never discussed the way the toilet paper rolls. We haven’t talked about socks on the floor, or how often the floor needs washing or sweeping. We I guess saw immediately that we were quite flawed as humans and it would be better to ignore the small stuff. And luckily, there was little in the way of big stuff.
I can’t imagine being married to anyone else. I hope we double and triple our anniversaries. It’s been a great run, and I am happy to get my morning kiss each day and my goodnight one before we lay down at night. He continues to be my best friend, and my sexy Iowan. I hope you too are blessed with this kind of happiness. It’s worth a lot to get and keep I can assure you.