January 10, 2015 by Ellen V
Yesterday, Eric and I celebrated five years of wedded bliss. Or something like that. I use “celebrated” and “bliss” loosely here, as we kind of celebrated, and it’s been mostly blissful. But let’s be honest, this is real life, people.
I thought back to our first anniversary. I’m not sure I remember exactly what we did. I’m positive we went out to dinner. We were starting to talk about having children, which was exciting and scary and mostly just this awesome dream on the horizon. I had just started a new job, and we were hoping for good news about funding for Eric’s PhD program for the next year.
Fast forward to 2015. Sidney went down at 6:00 p.m., which meant we had no idea if she would be up again at 8:30 or 9:00 or be down until midnight or so (it ended up being the latter, so she was up for the day at 4:30 a.m. Stinker can’t seem to figure out our schedule.) Jane went down shortly after, around 7:15, but had some trouble settling down and wasn’t asleep until 8:00 or later. Between chasing her back to bed, we managed to have a nip of our anniversary whiskey, a Balvenie 17 Year Scotch laser engraved with marriage advice and given to us by good friends at our wedding. After, we split the bottle of wine we bought from our Door County, Wisconsin honeymoon. We stayed up until almost 10:00. There was a Boppy pillow on the couch with us and doll house pieces littered the floor. We talked about the coming semester and finances and I thought a bit about how life might be the same or different when we drink the last bottle of Door County wine on our 10 year anniversary.
So we celebrated five years of wedded bliss. Maybe differently than we would have 4 years ago, or maybe even differently than we would have liked this year. It was good though, in the way that comfortable and content and hopeful things are good, like a cup of coffee on a Monday morning or putting on your favorite earrings for the evening ahead. A noticed pause to recognize that life is good. I can live with that.