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To my darling, patient, better-than-I-sometimes-deserve but always-exactly-what-I-need husband on our fourth anniversary…
Nothing has changed yet everything has changed and I wouldn’t change a thing. (Except for maybe one or two teensy things regarding our homestead.) But let’s review those crazy ol’ vows, shall we?
When I said “for better,” I was most likely talking about Sunday mornings with our daughters, the paper, a questionable amount of bacon, and one of your stellar mixes playing on the stereo.
When I said “for worse,” I might have been imagining that time when the lower level of our house gave up and disintegrated. (Was there a “for louder” part of our vows, too? Because that may be a three-way tie between the jackhammering of said house, the drilling of samesuch, and my entirely-too-related Ugly Crying on your shoulder.)
When I said “for richer-” well, that part hasn’t exactly showered down on us yet, but we do lead a pretty darned fancy lifestyle (due almost completely to your obsessive love of coupons, Groupons, and Craigslist).
When I said “for poorer,” I had no idea that I’d someday decide to send our kids to trade school. (Because seriously if an in-family plumber wouldn’t have come in handy these past five weeks.)
When I said “in sickness,” I’m pretty sure I was preparing for that cold you had this past winter. Good God, did I want to smother you with a pillow. (But I didn’t. And I’m glad for it.)
When I said “in health,” I couldn’t possibly have known that I’d get that same cold one week later. (Thanks for not smothering me.)
There’s still no one else with whom I’d rather tend a feverish child at 3am, argue over the necessity of antique store “treasures,” and watch old movies while consuming enormous vats of your secret recipe popcorn.
Here’s to the next four (times four times four).
And even though we’re not in Virgin Gorda this May, getting to wake up next to you (and the girls and the cats) in Chicago each morning still seems like I hit the marriage jackpot.
Which may or may not actually be a thing.
But which I wholeheartedly mean, nonetheless.
(Happy anniversary.)
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