P and I got married twelve years ago today. To be honest, it feels a little anti-climatic because I spent most of this year thinking we’d already been married for twelve years, but it turns out it was only eleven.
I mentioned to P that some of you were curious to see a list of the ten things I do that get on his nerves and I pressed him further to see what some of those things might be since it’s hard for me to imagine anything. It certainly couldn’t be my flair for the dramatic or the charming way I immediately envision the worst case scenario for any life-changing event.
He said that one of his biggest pet peeves is that I am not very safety conscious. It drives him crazy that I forget to lock doors or quit playing with matches. I told him that was ironic considering that what drives me crazy about him are his constant lectures on safety.
And that pretty much sums up marriage.
His strengths are my weaknesses. My weaknesses are his strengths.
But after twelve (not thirteen!) years of marriage, I wouldn’t trade his safety lectures for anything in the world. He has not only made my life safer; he’s made it a lot more fun.
I love you, P. Happy Anniversary.
And, yes, I remembered to lock my car doors.
I think.