Six years of marriage came and went on an ordinary Saturday night. I worked most of the day and Andy held down the fort with two sick, kids at home. We tag teamed the hourly wake ups from midnight until 4 am and we woke up exhausted, yet accomplished. Three middle of the night baths, three fresh set of sheets and three changes of PJ’s due to multiple vomiting sessions and we couldn’t help but laugh while Parker bathed at 3am for the third time. Three and a half years into parenting two toddlers combined with six years of marriage has brought us into this strange, delirious, awesome synchronization. Our schedules are insane and unpredictable, yet we manage to pick up where the other left off seamlessly–with each other and the kids. Our rhythm, as crazy as life is right now, just feels good.
Our anniversary is always preceded by another significant milestone. One more year of sobriety–now a total of 11 years for Andy. I never knew the non-sober Andy, but I’m thankful for him, for AA, and the experiences that have shaped who my husband is today. He is a damn good husband. I pray my girls meet someone just like their daddy.
Six years didn’t arrive with grandeur; it really wasn’t celebrated at all. But I think it was the most memorable. Our marriage is not just surviving the ordinary and the overwhelming, it’s thriving. And that, in the midst of the chaos of sick kids and demanding work schedules deserves some celebrating…with a nap.