Apparently, the traditional gift for the tenth wedding anniversary is something made of aluminum or tin.
Who thinks this shit up? Don’t anybody tell my husband; he’ll go get the roll of aluminum foil and make me something.
No way in the world am I an interesting enough person to make foil jewelry work for me.
Traditional gifts of a useless nature aside, ten years is a major milestone. I’m amazed that we made it. It’s been a bumpy ride.
Uphill, in the snow, with no shoes.
Seriously, it has not been a smooth and easy ten years, but I love him wildly.
Brian is my friend. Everything that happens in my life, I want to share with him. When I’m scared, it’s his hand I need to hold. When I’m happy or excited, he’s the person with whom I want to celebrate. If I’m sad, I want him to keep me company while I cry.
We laugh together. We’re silly; we joke and tease and if life is hard and we need a reason to laugh? Brian will give one of the dogs a ridiculous haircut.
We have fascinating conversations. We talk about politics, family, God, religion, books, movies, everything. Ten years in and we still lose sleep sometimes because we’re busy talking and we lose track of time.
He’s the only person in the world as fully invested in Carter’s well being as I am. While I take the lead on all things Carter, I know that Brian is in the boat with me, no matter what.
Difficult as the past ten years have been, I wouldn’t have wanted to live them with anyone else.
Happy anniversary to my absolutely most favorite person.