Today is our 10th anniversary. Time flies when you're having fun, I guess. We went out for dinner, just the two of us, and hit the book store for awhile before coming home. I've been trying to write a lovely, mushy post about our decade of love, but lately I'm just not in the writing mood. So before I sat down tonight to blog, I asked Hubby "What's the best part of being married to me?" He said:
1. "You buy me books!" We were at the bookstore earlier, you see. And he picked out two books, and said it was my anniversary gift to him. I'm so thoughtful that way.
2. "The seeeeeeex..."
3. "I dunno." He really just wanted me to go away so he could read his new books.
Then I asked "What's the worst thing about being married to me?" He only had two answers for this one:
2. "Having to answer stupid questions, like this one." In other words, go away woman, and let me read my new book in peace!
I love him.
I think a decade of marriage has taught me a few things about love. Surprisingly, roses and cooing doves are not essentials.
Love is not always mushy. After 10 years, a look between us can mean more than a kiss. I know he loves me, in a deep and soulful way, just because. He doesn't have to explain it anymore. I don't question it, I just accept it and be thankful.
We don't need to be together all the time, because we know that sometimes, being apart can be good. It gives you more to talk about later. We are not "just" a couple, we are actually two separate people, and it's good to remember that.
It's okay to disagree. I am suspicious of couples who always agree. One of them must be faking it. It's our different points of view that keep things interesting. Over the years, Hubby has changed my opinion on a few things, and I think I've made him re-think a few things, too. But we still are poles apart on a lot of issues, and I hope it stays that way.
Respect is an attitude, a lifestyle, and an overall way of thinking.
He's my best friend, and even if he won't answer my questions, and would rather read a book than snuggle with me (to be fair, we both have gross, nasty colds), I can't imagine a complete or fulfilling life without him.