B and I were the only two single people in a large group of law school friends. Everyone else was coupled off, so we were always the odd ones out. Paired together at the dinner table, in cabs, in general. I took an ill-advised four day jaunt to Europe for what I thought was love, when it was apparent it wasn’t, B was the first person I told of the disastrous trip. We met for dinner occasionally, he’d walk me to the corner of the block I lived on and then say goodbye. On evenings out, as everyone coupled off, he’d share a cab home with me, making sure I got in before heading home himself.
He was one of my closest friends and then after a few years, we fell in love. It wasn’t a fast process, we kept it a secret for a long time (so as not to disrupt our circle of friends) but now we all laugh. All those other couples have broken up, moved on, have married others.
B and I are celebrating our five year wedding anniversary today.
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Five years is a long time but also the blink of an eye. What is they say, the days are long but the years are short? Describes it perfectly. Five years of more good than bad, we still disagree on the right place to hang the dishtowel, how many lights should be on at any given time and what should be hand washed versus what goes in the dishwasher.
But we both love each other, our dog, our daughter. He’s turned me into a hockey fan, and he now appreciates the finer points of a good board game. Our life makes us happy, even when we are overwhelmed by law school student loans x2 or the enormous task of raising a well rounded, polite, and happy child. There is no one else I’d rather be overwhelmed with, the guy that brings home a sentimental bottle of wine because it reminds him of our honeymoon (Napa Valley), who sets out my coffee thermos the night before I have to get up early to go into the office, and never complains that I DVR every episode of Grey’s Anatomy even though I’m 2.5 seasons behind.
And as much as life sometimes overwhelms, it is also full of the small moments and sweet times and I’m glad he is my person for those. For the farmer’s market and the swim lessons, the nights where Gracie runs around like a crazy headless chicken and we just laugh, for the times the dog chases his own tail and we are entertaining, our house full of good smells and food and friends, and we lock eyes from across the room and we both smile, knowing exactly what the other is feeling.
I’m just thankful he’s my person.
