I came across this post last night from Bonnie over at The Life of Bon- and talk about amazing. All the positives. All the negatives. The little quirks, the goofy things, the annoying things, the not so pretty things. That is what marriage is about, and it's about accepting and loving the other person no matter what.
Yesterday, I was supposed to take my parents car and drop it off for them downtown as they were arriving on the train at 4 am after vacation in D.C. and Virginia. Due to the Amtrak website lying to me, we thought it was open until 1:00 pm. It wasn't. Which resulted in Doug and I having to drive downtown at 11 pm last night to drop it off for them.
Doug wasn't thrilled. But he did it, and even took the morning off to make me breakfast (late night travels + lack of sleep + severe change in weather = Margaret's sinuses blowing up and needing a sick day). Marriage means accepting your in-laws. And helping them out when you just want to go to bed. And not getting mad at your wife when she agrees to help her parents with things like this. And my husband did all these things.
When we were having lunch with my mother-in-law last weekend, she asked what we did for our anniversary. We didn't really celebrate, and I was totally OK with it. But Doug said it best.
"We didn't feel like we needed to have a big celebration. It's not like we ever doubted that we would make it through our first year of marriage. It's just the first year of many, and we'll have plenty of time to celebrate."
Boom. That's it. We're in this for the long haul. And my husband is pretty awesome (and patient) and smart.
But don't tell him I said that...we still have so many years in front of us that he has to believe I'm always the smart one.
