We are coming up on our 11th wedding anniversary, and of course I have been thinking about our relationship. At first I focused on the negatives. I thought about how we have a mortgage, and with the decline of the real estate world, we’ll be living in this house until we are about 60. I thought that we have a child, and that he too will probably be living in the house until we are 60. I thought about how we argue about whose sweatpants are more ridiculous whether the term, “frack” in Battlestar Galactica is cool or lame. Sadly, we still argue over whether I am simply good looking or whether I am good looking AND have a great personality. I thought about how we spend time thinking about what plants should go in the front yard, and whether to tell our neighbors that their compost heap is ruining our lives. I dare say I thought things a bit stale.
Then I realized that I was becoming one of those people who lament all the “problems” they have, and how they aren’t the hipsters that they used to be. I literally talked myself out of the pity party I was trying to have. I have a wife who, despite the fact that I haven’t worked in over four years and weigh twice as much as I used to, actually likes to talk to me and wants to see me happy. I have a child who keeps me on my toes, but enjoys living and makes me belly laugh a couple of times a day. I have a group of friends who rib me mercilessly and make the week fly by. Ya, the days of drinking kamikazis on a tuesday night are long gone. But if you ask me, there is nothing better than a glass of wine, some bizarre sweatpants and a fracking good episode of Battlestar Galactica. Of course, it only works when the love of my life is next to me. Happy anniversary baby.
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Ok, so this one made me tear up.