Ten years ago today, I was a young, kind of cute, very sarcastic Greek girl on the verge of getting married to a youngish, very cute, straightforward, non-Greek dude. We dated an entire WEEK, and knew we wanted to be together for the long haul (although we had no idea that meant anything other than copious amounts of “sweet, sweet lovemaking” – oh, to be young and naive again). Within a month, we were telling each other we loved each other, because that’s what young, dumb people do. And so six months later from the day we started dating, we got engaged, on the beach, because he thought I was a nature lover (that was probably the time to tell him I wasn’t – but why ruin the moment). And a year after that, September 2nd, 2000, we got hitched, surrounded by hundreds of Greeks and a couple of non-Greeks (so not kidding). Three years later, popped out our little man from my huge mother-loving body, and three years after that, the queen bee made an appearance, from the crazed, hormonal pod that I had become. Perhaps a slight exaggeration, but what a lovely picture I have painted for you.
So here we are, 10 years later, and I’m still sarcastic, and he’s still cute, and we’re still married.
It’s a Christmas Miracle.
TEN YEARS. That is a long time to be married to the same person, no?
I cannot believe it’s been 10 years – it really does feel like it flew by, just like those monkeys coming from whereupon I sit. Think about it – in LaLa land, I would have already been married at least three times, with an upcoming appearance on Maury Povich to prepare for.
No such luck. We is a simple, non-scandalous, rather boring people.
So to my very accomodating husband, I say, thank you for putting up with the piles, and the occasional shopping jaunts and the Greek swearing (How would you have learned these lovely words, if I didn’t repeat them often?). We’ve made it ten years, and thanks to the ultimatums thrust upon us by a very strong-willed three year old and a very emotional six year old, we shall make it at least ten more.
Because we have no choice.
Also, because despite you trying to convince me otherwise, I know that you cannot fathom living a minute without me.
I do not blame you. I am special.
I also need to stick around to see just how much flatter your ass could possibly get with old age.
I’m nice like that.
Happy Anniversary. xx