Scott: Do you know how lucky you are be married to me? I take you to places like the Dominican Republic for our 10 year anniversary.
Me: Uh, do you know how lucky you are to be married to me? You have a wife that loves to fish. It’s not even a trip to the Dominican Republic to me. It’s a trip to the Atlantic Ocean.
This is the big one. The big fishing trip. Every fishing trip this year was practice for the Dominican. My confidence is up. It has to be – I will have professional anglers yelling at me to keep the line tight. I’m expecting it. And I’m going to yell right back at them: I LOVE YOU TOO! The yelling will be forgiven when we’re smiling for the cameras holding up a 400 pound blue marlin.
I’m totally Instagram’ing that.
But it’s another big one. Today is our wedding anniversary. 1 decade. 10 years. 3,652 days of marriage.
3,652 days of marriage doesn’t sound like an important milestone. 1,000 days sounds important. Or maybe 5,000 days. A decade is a milestone and there should be a speech with that. Words from the bride, aged 10 years -
Out of 3,652 days, most days were good. And some days sucked. I have never cooked a turkey on Thanksgiving. I sleep in as late as possible every day. I have been to known to ask Scott to do something repeatedly – you men refer to that as nagging. I suck as a wife sometimes.
I do know that day 3,649 sucked. Scott dragged me to a spinning class with him. I walked out of there convinced he was trying to give me a heart attack or fracture my butt bones.
Day 667 and day 1755 were life-changing days for both of us. But this post isn’t about becoming parents.
Like babies growing up, it’s impossible to see the change in a marriage day to day. If you look at us a decade ago, you’ll see it. We have wrinkles around the eyes when we laugh now. Scott doesn’t wear his wedding ring because he lost it. My hair color is not it’s natural color anymore. We’re going downhill together – holding each other’s wrinkly, paper-thin skin hands.
As a couple, we’re closer. Scott and I were complete opposites when we got married. Our wedding was proof that opposites attracted. Ten years ago, I didn’t know we would have to overcome that. Two opposites may attract but they won’t last in a home when one is squeaky clean and one drags bloody deer into the house. I am not as clean as I used be. I have accepted my forever young teenage son in the home.
We didn’t know babies would leave us emotionally drained at the end of the day. I remember Scott asking for his wife to come back in our sleep deprived days. The babies grew up. Now he has three girls begging for a Disney World “adventure.”
We have mastered the art of fighting. I know exactly what to say to send his blood pressure out the roof. He knows nothing will bother me more than his silent treatments.
But…we always come back to each other, like magnets. Our wedding day did prove that opposites attract.
The beauty of ten years is we know each other more than anyone else. We know what we like on our sandwiches without asking each other. We know each other’s likes and dislikes. They are filed away, never forgotten. Scott knows 3,652 days ago, I would have never agreed to a 5 day fishing trip.
I guess, like fishing, you don’t realize what you have until you fight to get it. Then yell, “I LOVE YOU TOO!”
I love you, Scott. And my marlin will be bigger than your marlin.