And still finding new ways to love each other every day. It’s not easy to celebrate on a busy Wednesday, but every little moment of love and joy and happiness counts. I’m so grateful for Graham, today, and always.
Y’all, Graham and I have forgotten our wedding anniversary no less than four times in as many weeks. We keep reminding each other. It’s tomorrow, by the way, and we’ll have been married for eight years.
So why do we keep forgetting? Life. That’s all I got. Life’s just been busy, and we’ve had a lot going on, and it’s been really hard to focus on making plans with just each other. And I don’t think this is an uncommon thing for couples. I think it’s easy to get caught up in the outside world.
But at the end of the day, we only have eyes for each other.
So, this week, I’m planning to make some time (forcibly, if I have to) for just Graham and me. Maybe we’ll even go on a date! (I can’t remember the last time we actually went on an actual date…) But no matter what we do, if it’s the two of us together, it’ll be special and lovely and fun, and we’ll probably laugh a lot.
So, to my Graham, my guiding star and my favorite human: I love you. I choose you. I’d marry you all over again. Thanks for choosing me, too.
I know this isn’t a normal posting day for me, but y’all, my husband and I have been together for 12 years today, and I forgot until about 3:00 this afternoon.
On this day, 12 years ago, Graham and I basically looked at each other and said, “Let’s do this.” And here we are now, after all this time, married since 2013, living in our little historic house in our beautiful village with our needy pets and our embarrassingly extensive wine collection, and I have never been happier for anything in my entire life.
I can’t believe I forgot.
So, to make up for it, here’s a little Cole Porter, by way of Patsy Cline, for Graham. Note – no makeup, frizzy hair, don’t care. The most important thing is the love. I hope you feel it, too.
I love you because
when I want cider and you want wine,
we drink cider.
I love you because
you learned to cook
so you could do it with me,
and because you always give me the best spot on the couch.
I love you because we talk about the world
and where we want to go in it
and how we can make it a little better
together.
I love you because
you dance with me in the dining room
when we should be doing dishes
and because you know all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody.
I love you because
you exist and are, in the same way that
birds fly and
fish swim and
flowers bloom.
There will never be enough time for
how much I love you.
But seven years is a just fine start,
and for now will have to do.
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