This post should have been up on Saturday; however, B had a rare three day weekend with no plans, so I spent as much of the weekend as possible cuddling with him. I figure a couple of days late doesn’t change the sentiment.
Three years later we’re not as young as we were then. Not that I was that young, but you were such a baby. Just a year out of college, so sure of yourself and the world. We’re older and wiser, even if we’re still bad grown ups. We still eat out too much, don’t clean quite enough, and would rather play video games until 0200 than go to bed at a decent hour.
Three years later we’re on the third continent of our marriage. Hard to believe, looking back, that we moved across the world less than a month after getting married. Hard to believe that we spent the first eighteen months in an extended vacation and play mode thanks to huge fortune at work. Hard to believe that we moved to another country, another continent and have awhile yet before we can move home.
Three years later we’ve shared a lot of tears. Tears of joy at finding out there wouldn’t be a deployment, but instead a PCS. Tears of frustration when diametrically opposed communication styles didn’t mesh. Tears of utter sorrow as we stood through a final guard mount for two young men lost too soon. The Irish believes that there is healing in tears, I believe there is bonding, love, and hope.
Three years later we’ve shared even more laughter. We’ve laughed in delight as we explored country after country together, as newlyweds. We’ve laughed in shock as we’ve cleaned the destruction only a bored puppy can cause. We’ve laughed conspiratorially as we’ve plotted to rejoin with friends in new countries. Laughter is a cornerstone of our lives, we share silly stories, bad jokes, and stupid movies to keep the laughter alive.
Three years later we’re on our third tv. The first was deemed much too small after we started playing video games together. I’ve encouraged other men to include their wives in video gaming sessions if they want a bigger tv. 42 inches only seems big until you only have half the screen. The second tv just didn’t cut it after we moved. Now the couch was a little further away, the mini maps were just that much smaller. While I definitely think that 60 inches is big enough, I’m sure you’ll convince me otherwise when we have a room large enough to house it.
Three years later we’ve had our fair share of arguments. But we always remember that love is our foundation. We’re more determined now than ever to find compatibility in our communication styles. I have to listen more and talk less, you have to talk more and listen less. We’re better at stopping an argument before it explodes than we were before, better at focusing on the point and not just piling everything on.
Three years later, we’re just as much in love as ever. It’s different now, then it was at the beginning. It’s not all butterflies and nerves. Instead, it’s a steady, beating pulse that reminds us constantly that we have someone else we care about more than anything. I can still remember precisely the way the rush felt when you first told me you loved me; that sensation has turned to a steadfast awe that you love me still.
Three years later and here’s to forever.