Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. I said to the Meester, it feels like it has been so much longer than that. Not in a bad way, just that it feels as if we’ve lived so much in the the last 5 years, that five years feels like ten. Maybe it’s just that my brain is hazy from going through babyhood twice in two years. I don’t know.
When we first started talking. I thought, sure, he’s a nice guy, but never in a million years did I think to myself, “I’m going to marry that guy, someday.” First of all, he lived on the other side of the country. Second of all, it was at a point in time, when the blogging community was a tad bit smaller. I was on the more popular side of blogging at the time (thank you boobies to Florida), so random comments, asking how my dog was doing, really just chapped my hide (hyde?). Like, who the fuck was this clown, and why was he kissing my ass by asking about my beloved baby?
On his end however, he would tell his friends, “someday, I’m going to marry that girl.”
My words are tasty. NOM NOM.
Of course, many of our common blogging friends were trying to set us up, unbeknownst to us. And then we started talking. And then talking all.the.time. And making plans to meet. And before I knew it, this “asshole” that would butter me up by asking about my dog, was all that I could think about. All the time.
The day we met will be forever etched in my mind as one of my top five favorite days of my life. Like something out of you’re typical formulaic movie. The scene: Two people in love spot each other in an airport, they slowly make their towards each other, increasing speed as they get closer, until they embrace and kiss. Yeah, total sap, right? I know. I mean, I still roll my eyes at those kind of movies, thought it’s happened to me – to us.
We did everything after that on the condensed timetable. Living together two months later, engaged two months after that, followed by eloping four months later, in Hawaii. It was the best thing we ever did.
Perhaps it seems so long because we’ve been through so much together. Two cross country moves, countless fertility treatments, a miscarriage, buying our first house, and of course two beautiful children. Something that I still can’t believe, even on the most challenging days. But I wouldn’t trade it in for anything. Our relationship is far from perfect. We have our problems, just like everyone else. But despite it all, he still is my lobster, and for as much as we drive each other insane, I would be truly lost without him.
Happy Anniversary, Baby.