You always hear “they say” there’s a 7-year-itch. I don’t know who these *they* are, but they sure do have a lot to say, don’t they? I’m not going to tell you my marriage is all romance and roses by any means, but nothing in life is. I’ve definitely grown to understand that nothing in life worth having is easy.
But I can say with absolute certainty I have no 7-year itch. I love John with all of my heart. I’m as happy and misty-eyed today to be with him as the day I married him.
Well maybe even happier.
He’s given me two incredible kids, and works incredibly hard so I can stay home with them.
He has supported me through often very difficult and stressful mental illness 200%.
He kisses me every morning before he leaves and every night when he gets home.
He does laundry. 🙂
And he’s an awesome Daddy who genuinely loves being with his family.
I picked very well. Or rather the universe sent well and I was lucky enough to snatch him.
On our wedding day October 9, 2004 we shared our own vows with about 70+ family and friends at a gorgeous water-side restaurant in Marina del Rey, California. There were both tears and laughter, just like today and all the days in between.
Some days happy tears and smiles, some days sad tears and stress.
We definitely don’t get enough alone time anymore.
We don’t have as many dates or sex.
We don’t focus on the two of us like we used to.
But what parents of a 4-year-old and 20-month-old do. And I’m more than willing to push past the mythical 7-year-itch and scratch each other’s backs for as long as it takes to find our couple mojo.
It’s not all romance and roses for sure, but truckloads of respect and most importantly love.
I love you John. Happy Anniversary.