Fifteen years of marriage.
Fifteen years of laughter, travels, late nights, early mornings, terrific meals, saving for a rainy day, celebrating successes, raising children and realizing our individual and collective dreams. It seems unbelievable that it's been fifteen years, but in the face of the years to come, it seems like a drop in the bucket.
Last weekend Bubba and I celebrated. The grandparents came up to pamper the girls and Bubba and I headed out for a weekend on the town. A mere twelve miles from home we found fun and friendship. We checked in to a swanky hotel, our room papered with red and white stripes like the inside of a circus tent. The front desk clerk sent us a complimentary bottle of champagne but we immediately set out for a long walk to one of our favorite 'pre-kid' restaurants. Two hours, two glasses of wine for me and two dirty martinis later, we decided it wasn't too late to find a movie. The conversation didn't lag. We held hands on the walk, shared a bottle of water while we watched "Gran Torino," and found ourselves laughing and crying together at the end.
We slept in ridiculously late on Saturday, walked to the best coffee shop in town, acted the part of tourists completely and managed to thoroughly enjoy each other's company. Our full day found us eating well, talking, browsing the bookstores together and apart and finally agreeing to go to a comedy show late at night.
The weather was perfect - not hot or cold, not wet and rainy or snowy or windy. The food was terrific and not expensive. We mostly shared small plates and appetizers and made sure to try new things we wouldn't normally order. The work we have done over the past fifteen plus years to keep our lines of communication open led us to tease each other gently and hang out comfortably. The fact that I am married to someone who is genuinely interested in me as a person and enjoys spending time with me continues to astonish me. I hope he feels the same way. The weekend we just had gives me strength to continue working at our marriage as we disagree and discover disparate interests. I feel as though I have just celebrated the harvest and am energized to continue planting, fertilizing and weeding this patch of land.
God only knows what we'll reap in this garden fifteen years from now...