5 Years
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Today is my anniversary. I have been married for 5 years, if you can even believe that. I have a one year old son. I don’t know which is harder to wrap my mind around.
5 years is a long time to do anything. Some days, I look at my life and it seems like I’ve been married forever; sometimes I have trouble remembering what life was like before marriage. For instance, I have no idea how I ever had clean clothes. In all my college years, I can honestly not recall one time that I did laundry. Not once. I guess that’s just not a memorable event, but you would think that there would be some sort of recollection there.
Some days it seems like we just got married. We laugh. We still find things to talk about. And we never fight. It’s like I have been on a honeymoon for 5 years. I love my wife.
Lindsey makes me laugh. I love the fact that I get to see a side of her that no one else does. She’s kinda shy, so she doesn’t give herself away to a lot of people. But she gives her self completely over to me. And she isn’t afraid to put herself completely out there because she knows that regardless of whatever she might say or do, I’ll be there with a smile.
When you first get engaged or if you haven’t been married very long, people try to tell you that the first couple of years are the hardest. That’s crazy. I can’t imagine my life being any easier or better. Sure, we didn’t have any money when we got married. But I think that was good, because it forced us to lean on each other.
If I had to say that one thing has been hard for me in marriage, it’s this: Lindsey’s body temperature rises about 5 degrees when she sleeps. Seriously. It’s the weirdest thing of all time; Keller does it, too. I like all my covers and sheets and pillows to be very cold. Her intense body heat makes everything in the bed sweaty and therefore, uncomfortable. If that’s the only gripe I have for the next 5 years, I think I’ll be OK.
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