Yesterday was our 7th anniversary. We’ve been married for 7 years. Wow, before this year, I would always say: it really doesn’t seem like it’s been that long! But this year, boy this year was a doozy. And I felt every last one of those 7 years.
I had heard the stories about the 7 year itch and how the 7th year is a bad one, but honestly? I put that aside. We were fine. A few issues here and there, but really fine. I guess I was too comfortable. Because baby THIS year??? This last year was HARD. And I am honest about this because I don’t want folks to think it’s all roses around here…
Wait, I forgot, you already know how it is around here!
But even though there have been times in this last year where I have quesitoned this man and this marriage seriously, I never questioned that we made a mistake. I never questioned whether or not we should end it. I simply bitched, moaned, and complained in this space, then rolled with the punches. Because in my mind, that’s what married people do.
We argue, we fight, we disagree, we hold contests to see who can stay mad the longest. But at the end of the day, that’s still my boo. I’m still his boo. We kiss and we make up. Not because we necessarily want to, but because we have to to keep this thing we started going.
I admit that sometimes on this blog, I tell only my side of the story, and not his. That’s because I write from my point of view. But believe me, he has a lot ot put up with too, so it’s not a one sided battle around here.
But we make it work.
Day after day, week after week, and month after month.
And as we start on this 7th year, I am looking forward to tackling whatever challenges, joys, defeats, battles, highs and lows that life is going to throw at us…together.
Because that’s how it’s supposed to be.
Here’s to seven more years….