2 Years Married, Two Years Defined By Us
September 21, 2020
This week we got away for two nights to celebrate two years married.
I wish marriage wasn’t lumped into one big ol group sometimes. I wish that the word “marriage” didn’t mean entirely different things to entirely different humans and sometimes entirely different things to the same human at once.
We’ve both been divorced.
We both chose marriage again.
It would have been so easy to say “marriage is hard! Marriage sucks! I’m never doing it again” (I said that for a bit). But instead we chose… this.
A marriage defined by us.
I don’t know what’s normal or what’s common.
I only know what we are, and what we aren’t.
I know that we don’t text, like ever.
Or call each other, its weird when we do.
I know that we both like different things sometimes and it’s actually fun to come home and tell stories, just as fun it is to share in experiences together.
We both eat ridiculously fast so a date can last 30 minutes easily.
We love to cuddle for about 2.5 minutes and then hate it because it’s sweaty.
If one of us is stressed or upset, it feeds into the other and we both get sad.
Gifts are my love language, and he sucks at them, but I still feel loved because of how he tries.
Dogs and babies love him more than me and it makes me jealous.
I know that our bodies has changed a LOT since we’ve met and it never really made us more or less attracted to each other, we also never comment on changes. That’s been peaceful.
One time a barber accidentally cut off his beard and I think we both cried.
I think life is magical, he sees life very matter-of-fact.
We almost changed BOTH our last names to Claus so we could be Mr & Mrs Claus.
If you didn’t know, we love Christmas. A lot.
Sometimes it’s weird that we met a bit later and so we lived what feels like entire lives before this.
He once was in a punk band. I once was in a Spice Girls air band.
So thats us.
Two entirely different people who happen to like the same foods and each other a whole lot.
Marriage is not a word that can be defined by the masses.
It’s personal & unique.
It’s not something I thought I’d do again and yet, so glad I did with him.