Friday, September 23, 2016

How We Anniversary #mawage #dweamwifinadweam

My husband and I are celebrating our 5-year anniversary today. And by celebrate, I mean he got me a very sweet, thoughtful card... and I texted him a prickture. I knew that art degree would come in handy...

This is how I imagine my husband's attorney will present the evidence if he ever decides to leave me.

Our friends will agree, there is a bit of a traditional role reversal in our household. My husband is definitely the more sensitive, emotional one. (He owned more romantic comedies than I did before we combined our movie collections). While I can tend to be more detached or zen about things. (Doesn't zen sound so much nicer?) That shouldn't suggest that I'm some sort of unfeeling robot. I got plenty of feels. I just keep them close to my heart most of the time. My husband knows this, and he's privy to the inner sanctum of my psyche. I'm sure it's why he still loves me after 5 years (6 if you count back to our dativersary).

A little over a year ago, in the spring of 2015, we took an even bigger plunge than mawage. (Honestly, marrying this man was one of the easiest decisions of my life, and I'd do it again in a second.) My books were doing pretty good, by indie publishing standards, so we both quit our day jobs and then bought a house near Lake of the Ozarks. I continued to write, and my husband became a stay-at-home dad/house husband.

I think we were both pretty excited about the transition, and maybe both nervous wrecks for a bit too. Sure, it sounds like a dweam come true. I get to focus more on writing without also juggling housework, a part-time job, and childcare. And my husband gets to spend more time with our kiddo and tackle the household chores, which, while no picnic, is a significant improvement over what he was doing--and without a jerk boss. Gotta love that! As awesome as that sounds (and totally is!) it was still a huge life change, topped with a new home and community, and well, you can understand our nerves. We were also spending a lot more time around each other. A LOT.

You know how some couples have their make or break moments on vacation? They're in unfamiliar territory, and they're spending more face time with their partner than usual. Whether it's in paradise or not hardly seems to matter. Whatever issues they've been avoiding somehow find their way into the open. Well, we moved to paradise, and our face time wasn't confined to a week or two. It wasn't a matter of surviving a vacation with our marriage intact. This was a huge lifestyle change.

It's been over a year now, so I can confidently say that my husband and I do, in fact, genuinely like each other. Of course we knew that we loved each other. But spending this much time in the same space, day in and day out, really pulls the curtain back. For better or worse. In our case, for better. I find that I love this man more and more each day. And he loves me too... despite my tendencies to address tender, heartfelt occasions (like our anniversary) with dick drawings. Luckily, he has a good sense of humor under those feels of his. ; )

Happy anniversary, honey! Here's to many more years (and pricktures) to come! ♥


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