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The Expert and I have been married 10 years tomorrow.  I am posting this today because he is convinced that we were married on the 18th of October, 2001.

We were married on October 19th.

I pointed him to our invitation.  It’s all some big conspiracy theory, he says.  To which I respond: if today is our anniversary, where in the world is my present?

[SBM Note: Since this blog was posted 45 minutes ago, I was presented with said present.  He wins. Of course.]

Happy 10th anniversary today to my Expert tomorrow.

In ten years of marriage, I have learned:

  • That arguing with an Expert is about like arguing with a toddler.  Equally as futile, but considerably more frustrating. 
  • To listen more.  Maybe.  Just a little.   
  • To hug when I am angry, to kiss when I could spit nails, and to drive away when there are fireworks, water balloons, or string bikinis involved.
  • To close my eyes and count to “five” when I want to say “you are a jackass.”  Then say it anyway. 
  • That I can count on the Expert to move my stuff, find my stuff, yell at me about buying more stuff, and subsequently telling me “You are hot stuff.” 
  • Being single is lonely.  Marriage can be lonely.  But it’s hard to wallow in loneliness when someone is snoring in your ear.
My husband is a million things.  But I love him most for his humor, his love for our children, and his willingness to support any crazy idea (ah-hem, triathlon) that I may find.  I love that he was in the room for both births of our children and did not pass out or say “just get the epidural and stop all that breathing.”

He is strong when I am strong.  And strong… when I am weak.


Happy Anniversary, Jason….James… Jimmy.  

I’ve known you for 18 years, loved you (more or less) for 13 years, and been balled-and-chained to you for 10.  


 



Here’s to another 10 years (that is… if we survive the 70.3 in 11 days).  


If not, I am thankful that you have great insurance coverage, and you should feel the same. 

My favorite quote, which is probably overused on this and other blogs, is very appropriate. Especially after 10 years, 3650 days, 87,600 hours, and 5,256,000 minutes….

“Marriage hath in it less of beauty but more of safety, than the single life; it hath more care, but less danger, it is more merry, and more sad; it is fuller of sorrows, and fuller of joys; it lies under more burdens, but it is supported by all the strengths of love and charity, and those burdens are delightful.”  – Bishop Jeremy Taylor

I love you.   In sickness and in health,  in fatness and in triathlon, in red hair and in blonde.  You are my dude. 

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