See those two youngin’s? Well, they’re us, soon after we got engaged. And now, here we are, celebrating seven years of marriage. I used to feel bad for anyone who had been married as long as we have. I imagined how terribly dull their lives must be. And I wondered if they could possibly still be in love, or if it was more of a brother-sister relationship by that point? I swear I’m not a cynic. I just thought newlywed life was where it was at. Well, past self, I can say with certainty that you were wrong!
What can I say about seven years of marriage? We know each other really well at this point. And instead of making things boring, I think we just love being around each other all the more because of it. I thought I knew what love was when we first got married, but what I know now, I hadn’t any clue of back then. You start off a marriage as two separate individuals who love each other a lot. I mean, you married each other for goodness’ sakes! But as each year bleeds into the next, the point where you end and the other person begins becomes more and more hazy, until one day it hits you that you are totally incomplete without the other one. And that’s how I feel about seven years of marriage.
Now, that’s not to say we don’t fight sometimes, as evidenced by our ENTIRE He Says/She Says category. But despite each other’s shortcomings, we’re in it for the long haul because that’s what this whole marriage thing is.
*Sorry if my sappiness made you throw up a little… I’ll keep my inner romantic locked away for the next 364 days :).