Happy Anniversary (hashtag marriage, hashtag love, hashtag annoyed)

Emily and I have been married now for 14 blissful years!  Well… we’ve been married for 13.5 blissful years and married for 14 years total.  This is an estimate, but that’s okay, since the gift for this particular anniversary is vague generalities. Crystal, by the way, is the traditional gift for the 15th anniversary.

The half (.5) year is a conglomeration of many little bumps along the way which were collected over a 14 year period and kept in an acknowledged basket.  We don’t pretend that everything is always rosy.  We are two people who have become one, and that’s never 100% smooth.  Even the flight to a tropical paradise has its bumps.  In fact, I like to pretend that the pilot/copilot of a turbulent flight are actually a husband and wife team, up there arguing about the oil pressure on engine three or something.  It helps me fall back to sleep knowing that they’ll work it out and land the plane on the tarmac of their commitment to one another.

Lately I’ve been flying much more than usual.

A message I heard in church yesterday inspired me to take inventory on our lives.  Emily and I have lived at 7 different addresses in our 14 years of marriage.  That’s an average of one move every two years, which may explain why we still can’t find some things like Christmas Ornaments, my Disc Golf bag, and Zac.

And speaking of kids, we have several, including our oldest who is growing up just like any other kid, except for a cognitive delay that reduces her age quite a bit.  To say that this adds no congestion or issue to our marital bliss would be tantamount to saying that Hydrox cookies are essentially the same as Oreo.  Even when you say it out loud, it still sounds grossly incorrect. We’ve experienced many joys and losses in our lives, and it’s all been within the context of marriage.  God has blessed us, just like we prayed for on that day 14 years ago.

You know… to go through something like that with someone else will make a tight bond supported by covenant love and strengthened by God’s grace.  In other (less pastoral) words, the crap in life is best used to unite, not divide.

Tonight we’ll go to a movie, or maybe to the gym.  Now that we’ve been married for this long, we do things like go to the gym on our anniversary.  Or watch a movie.  Or watch a movie on TV 7 while we crosstrain.  Or sweat while we watch Fantastic Four in the theater. We’ve been together long enough to know that it’ll all work out.  And we might work out, too.  I mean… at the gym.  We will work out.  As a couple.  In our marriage.  And at the gym.  Or maybe not.  (The gym, I mean.)

We’ve been together for so long that back in our day the hashtag wasn’t yet known as a hashtag and “to twitter” was something that would get us in trouble during our college years.  Anniversary fun fact: the hashtag is formally known as octothorp and informally known as tic-tac-toe.  When I say things like that to Emily, she pauses and then looks at me with that look that says why?  And I wonder why, too.  Why have we been married for this long?  How have we experienced so much already?  What will the future hold?

Meh.  The future is something we’ll worry about later.  Great Caesar’s Ghost. 14 years today.  We said our vows and lit a unity candle.  We ate chicken and did the Chicken Dance.  I broke the Jeep in an off road adventure taken on our honeymoon.  We stayed at an EconoLodge™ with the barbed wire, since the internet didn’t have pictures of hotels yet.  The lady at the reservation counter said it was “real nice” when I called.  Moves.  Kids.  Etc.  Love.

If we can do this, we can do anything.

I love my Emmy.  Happy anniversary to you.

About radamdavidson

I'm a husband, dad, and pastor living in Portage, Michigan. I suppose I'm a euphoric melancholy generalist with average skills, experiences, and passions across several intertwined disciplines and hobbies including music, speaking, writing, leadership, ministry, and collecting cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at www.radamdavidson.com, subscribe to my podcast (RadCast) or friend me on facebook.com/radamdavidson. about.me/radamdavidson
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