Sometime ago I saw a post about how married people shouldn’t be congratulated for staying married. I tried to read it and couldn’t track with it. Perhaps it was because I have now been married for as long as I have been single, and being single between the ages of birth-22 isn’t the same as being single for those same years, nor is it legal to be married for most of the former.
I’m all for self-congratulating and celebrating every year of marriage. There is something to be said about the honeymoon period of any relationship, but in marriage the end of the greeting card images shot with a hazy filter and perfect light can be a rude awakening. It is the moment or moments when two people learn that love is a verb, a choice. Marriage is serious work in close quarters until death if I am to take my vows literally and seriously. When we hit 20 years I wrote a list of things I had learned, and I am still learning. Neither of us are dead yet.
So, here are 23 things I am still learning in no particular order. Some of them might be repeats. I don’t know. I just linked the blog post from three years ago. I didn’t re-read it. I’m too busy learning about marriage, love, and being a perfectly broken human.
- I like things my way. He likes things his way. My way is still right and better. He is still learning.
- My way isn’t always better, but when it is, and he admits it, things go a lot smoother.
- When his way is better, and I tell him so things go a lot smoother.
- I can simultaneously miss my husband and not want to go home and listen to his c-pap machine.
- Speaking of c-pap machines, love isn’t blind nor is it deaf.
- Sex with young children is tough because you are so sleep-deprived. Sex with teenagers is tough because teenagers stay up later and know things and we are still tired.
- Sometimes scheduling sex is as necessary as scheduling date nights.
- Sometimes #loveiscold, and it’s perfectly normal to do the happy dance together in the middle of the kitchen because the new refrigerator is quiet, big, cold, and clean.
- Fighting fair still eludes us.
- I can’t always read his mind, but it sure is funny when I can complete his sentences.
- I love being married to a feminist who also understands when I have had it with shoveling the snow or moving furniture.
- He is perfectly happy pointing out the large spiders for me to kill.
- The concept of generational sin becomes clearer to me the longer I am alive and the older our children and families of origin get.
- I have worn my traditional Korean dress (which I didn’t pick out nor know what it would look like until it arrived from Korea) more than I have my western white wedding dress (that I ended up choosing because it was the middle ground between what my I would wear and what my MIL and mother wanted), and my daughter most-likely will wear neither of them. I’m still figuring out how I feel about that.
- I love that no one laughs as hard at my jokes as Peter does. And I love that.
- It drives me crazy when he reads my blog posts and his first comments are about grammar or punctuation, but then I remember grammar and punctuation are love languages.
- Speaking of love languages, others include empty dishwashers, folded laundry, new running shoes, the library book sale on bag day, and encouragement to go see movies with other people who share one’s enthusiasm and fandom over such movies. And we both love high-quality pens.
- It is hard to teach an oldish dog new tricks. It also is harder to unlearn old tricks regardless of the age of said dog(s).
- Don’t judge the quality or character of your spouse’s heart based on your dating story, proposal story, etc. Creativity for a one-shot deal is great, but sustainability is another thing entirely.
- I regret how my value for frugality killed some of Peter’s attempts at loving me and made him feel foolish because I know now that sometimes lovers are stupid and foolish when in love.
- When life gives you lemons, find some other citrus and maybe some strawberries and make sangria. Lemonade isn’t going to cut it.
- Making only my side of the bed doesn’t look as weird to me as it used to.
- You can never say, “I’m sorry” or “I love you” or “I bought you some wine and dark chocolate” or “Have a great night bowling” enough.
This list is amazing. I laughed and nodded through the entire thing. Happy anniversary!
I think the photo adds a nice touch, too. 😉
I so enjoyed reading your list, all the while wondering what his list would be. Or would his list be presented as a crossword puzzle, as he is surely a crossword master! This has gotten me thinking of my own lists, on marriage, divorce, re-marriage, and looking back on my 62 years of life.
Thank you for sharing and sparking reflection of my own.
Happy Anniversary! I will look forward to reading your list of “50 things I have learned.”