Happy Anniversary, Baby!

Today is our eighth anniversary.  Eight years ago today, we both threw caution to the wind and got married.  Funny that our eighth anniversary is on 8.8.8, isn't it?  No, we didn't plan that; it just happened that way (we got married on a cruise, in the Bahamas, so we actually got married on a Tuesday instead of a weekend...but that's a completely different story, and one worth sharing sometime too).

It's been a really fun adventure since meeting my husband.  I got him to get SCUBA certified, and within a few months had him going to cave diving classes with me.  I drug him to my brother's wedding and we hiked the Grand Canyon together.  He drug me to a friend's wedding in North Carolina and I dove right in with his friends like I'd known them forever.  We enjoyed cave diving for a few years until I got pregnant with our first child, and we've only been once since then.  We both miss it, but that excitement has been replaced with teaching Little E to read, watching Little P make some leap in cognitive behaviour, or just relaxing with a good book.

When we first started dating, we worked together in a room small enough for us to literally reach out and touch each other (there were four of us in that room).  Pretty soon we were spending all day at work together, and most of the nights together.  Not long after that, we were sleeping over at each other's houses.  We never got sick of each other.  If I wanted to go shopping, I tried to drag him along (he didn't always go though).  I had friends that I spent time with, and he would sometimes go along for that too.  We didn't spend much time apart.  After a year and a half of that, we both realised we needed to stick together!

Ever since then, we've done most things together.  It's pretty rare that I request time to be alone or go out with just my friends (usually it's lunch or something equally short, during the work week).  David never asks to spend time with friends because he's ultra-introverted.

When I was younger, people would often say that "marriage is work" and all this other stuff about how "hard" it was to be married.  Folks, YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG.  Marriage is NOT work - at least not for us.  It's easy.  Do we agree on everything?  No.  Do we both make compromises on things?  Yes.  We can't do "everything we want all the time" - but that's mostly due to the children (if I want to go to a movie, I'm going to ask David to go with me; we have to get a babysitter).  Marriage is no harder than having a sibling, or a parent, or a coworker.  In fact, it's easier, because (presumably) you get things from your spouse that you would (should?) never get from those other people!  I'm talking sex of course, but also understanding, support, and all that other sappy stuff.

Marriage is fun.  I've enjoyed all eight years of it (and it's seemed like about 3 months, except for having children who are aging both of us quickly) - and I'm looking forward to as many more as we can possibly have.

I love you David!