Wednesday, December 17, 2014

{Eleven Years}

My mister and I recently celebrated our 11th anniversary. We are like pros at this marriage thing now. Before you get all jealous, my tongue is in my cheek, so settle down, okay! I loved this particular anniversary most of all I think. It feels just right that we've been married for eleven years. Not to long, and not to short. Just right. This is a good feeling for me, I usually feel as though I've been robbed of time and life is just passing me by.
Christian worked a normal day. For the first time ever rather than going out just the two of us we stayed home with the children. I made one of Christian's favorite dinners, gyoza. Over the years I have grown to hate everything about this meal. The preparation, the smell of raw garlic and beef, all the wrapping and cooking. BARF. I chose to make it as proof of my unwavering love and devotion to him. But, that'll be the last time. Like ever. This mama can't handle the nastiness like ebber again.
We had dinner around the table. I actually put allllllll the laundry away...and the legos...and the crayons....and the markers, and playdough, and matchbox cars.....I scrubbed up all the spilled milk and dried glue. The boys helped set the table and wrap gyoza all while yelling at each other to be quiet. One boy kept yelling at another to stop whistling while he was playing the piano and singing, and another was humming and another was playing the recorder....and it was like 34543 decibels all night long.. and if I'm being honest I really wanted to tell them all to shut the heck up, but I refrained because it added to the memory of the night...and I found it amusing to watch them drive each other nuts with all their noise making, never realizing how obnoxious they were being themselves:) We had a lovely dinner around the table. I ate leftover spaghetti if you were wondering.
We watched our wedding video with the kids after dinner, and that was fun. Finnley had peppered me with questions about what an anniversary is all day and really wanted me to wear my wedding dress. It appeased him a little to see what we looked like on our special day. We exchanged small gifts, and then put the boys to bed. We had thirty minutes to ourselves before our little Jane woke up to be fed. I fed her and she threw it all up, I cleaned her up, and then she had a blow out, I cleaned her up again and re-fed her and sooooo on. That is how I ended the day. I wouldn't change a thing about it. Truly.
I feel so happy with where we are at eleven years in. Our lives are not perfect and we certainly have our fair share of difficulty at times, but that is okay. I am not in pursuit of perfection. I am so content to know our family is here now. I feel grateful for a good husband. He loves me and is patient, and kind, and affectionate, and always concerned for me. He is an amazing father and always concerned for the well being and happiness of our children. He makes an effort to spend time with them everyday and teach them and love them. He is a hard worker and a good provider.
If I had it to do over again, I would choose him again and again. I love him.
The End.

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