Monster & I got married twice in the space of eight days. The first was a legal ceremony in his parents backyard in Tampa. The second was a much bigger celebration in Oaxaca, Mexico.
Each year, we look at our schedules and decide which anniversary we'll celebrate. It's real convenient, as we aren't locked into one day out of the year.
So, today is our "second" forth anniversary. We didn't do anything special except mention it to each other with our morning good bye peck. A few minutes ago, while perusing one of my favorite blogs, I came across this entry about the blogger's own eight year marriage:
"...there is perhaps no greater compliment than to be expansively loved by someone who has seen you at your absolute worst and decided to stick around nonetheless. So we have moments where we squirm at being loved, or reject it outright in a fit of self-destructive pique, but it is the moments in which we can wear comfortably the love that is being offered that hang lastingly in my memory, and his, forming a web of connected points into which we can fall, our safety net, whenever we stumble.
Love is a joint pursuit, but an individual practice, which is what makes it difficult to sustain. There are moments when one person loves the other more, is more committed, is more invested, is more present. In these moments—or hours, or days, or indefinite stretches of threadbare emotional reserves—the intimacy that makes conversation feel combustible in the first flourishes of a romance can be elusive, seemingly every trace of its existence vanished from all but the faintest recollection.
And in these moments, one can do naught but gaze from the swaying cradle of the safety net up at the highwire where love resides, and think, 'I'm glad we had the foresight to build this fuckin' thing.'"
Absolutely glad! Happy second forth anniversary, Hunny.
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