My husband and I had our anniversary yesterday. It's hard to believe it was a mere 4 years ago that we stood on the deck of the Coral Princess cruise ship and said, "I do." It seems like we have been together forever. We have. I met Dave Aug. 14, 1989 when he moved into the apartments I lived in. He immediately became like a big brother. The day I met him, I knew that I was the best person to share his life. I think, somewhere, unspoken, we had a pact that if we didn't find anyone in 10 years, we would come back together. He dated some people, I dated some people, but July 17, 1999 we began dating. July 18, 2003 we were married. We don't have a silly, giddy, giggly passion, but a deep friendship and an odd way of completing each other. What I can't handle, he can. What he can't handle, I can. Trauma of any kind immediately unifies us. The last few weeks have been tough. He has been very stressed out over many things and I have been there to back him up. And for me there have been some things that made me realize how deeply we belong and how over time we only grow closer.
And then a day comes along like today, with it's nice weather and grand breeze and I stand on our deck and look at the two baby kittens lounging in the window and overlook the sheep below in pasture, and see the awesome view, and feel the wind in my face, and I know how perfect it is and how lucky we are. And that it is all because of our dream to live on our own bit of land and out of the rat race of town, because of our devotion to a solid education and daily hard work to earn a good living and our passion for music and the many friends we have through that media.
And of course you will ask . . . what about the anniversary gifting? When we got married, I didn't get Dave a wedding ring. I got him a killer snare drum. He did too many things that would require the removal of a ring. Well, the time is right and I bought him a nice wedding ring. It really honors me to see him wearing a symbol of our unity. As for me? Well, for my birthday, I got the OK for one of the new kittens to be a housecat (they were intended to be outside hunters but one doesn't have the instinct and then I fell in love with the other's great personality). For my anniversary, it's the other. Since there is no such thing as a free kitten -- that means their neutering and declawing (I hate declawing, but I hate replacing couches more). Thus all the anniversary gifting was really for me . . . it was a good day.
And thus . . . is my 4th anniversary and the postive story of the week.