This past weekend was the first anniversary of ALL THE THINGS beginning with Mr. A.
A year ago I went to a party at a friend’s house and he walked in and we were like magnets. Even though we had met each other before, something was different that night. Everything was different that night. We talked for hours. At one point I told him that my earrings were too heavy, so he took them out and kissed my earlobes. (I mean, seriously.) A year later we have a 3 month old. MAY THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU ALL. Letting a boy kiss your earlobes can totally get you pregnant. You’re welcome.
I think the most common thing married people say about marriage is that it so hard. You have to work at it EVERY day, they say. The first year is the hardest and you’ll fight all the time, they warn. Blah blah blah. When I was preparing to get married my best friend had opposing advice. She told me that marriage was THE BEST thing ever. She admitted that she and her husband loved it more and more every day and that being married was so much cooler than dating or even just living together. It just keeps getting better she told me.
Well, I’m going to just say it, being married to Mr. A has been easy and lovely and I love it more with every single passing day.
From the beginning things were just easy. We never played games. He always wanted to know when he was going to see me next and he was very, very up front with how much he liked me. I have always felt incredibly secure in our relationship, something that was completely uncharted territory for me. It’s given me the confidence to be my most authentic self, and I give him all the support I can muster so that he can be exactly who he is (Someone who I think is incredibly cool, BTW). Most of all, we like each other. We’re solidly the best of friends; giggling together as we tip-toe into Miles’ nursery to look at his cherub face one more time before bed.
A year later we still have huge crushes on each other, and we tease each other for it. Last night I was sitting on the couch after a shower with wet, ratty hair and no make-up casually licking the sugar and cinnamon off the bottom of the chex mix bowl with my finger when he came up and looked at me with shmoopy eyes and told me he loved me. I laughed and said he was crazy, but over the past year it’s really started to sink in. I believe him. He loves me, and I love him back.
Best year EVER.