It’s so awkward when your mom has to remind you that it’s your anniversary tomorrow and your husband’s standing right beside you. Well.. Thank you, mom!
I’m the worst person in the world for not remembering. I mentioned a few times that our anniversary was coming up but I guess it didn’t really stick that it was so near. I don’t know if it’s just me but I don’t really pay attention to dates anymore. I just categorize days as weekends, weekdays and duty days. My calendar isn’t really that sensitive with dates cause it’s practically doing the same thing everyday.
I didn’t feel bad about not remembering (at first) cause he didn’t really mentioned it, so I figured he didn’t remember as well. But as it turned out, he did remember cause he bought me a gift. That’s when all the guilt rushed in.
Last year, we made the effort of going on a date, just the two of us. Liam was just a month old then and Maria and Gerard offered to watched him, actually insisted is the more appropriate word for it. It was my first time leaving Liam with someone and I may have cried a few times while out on the date. This year, we went out to dinner as a family. Nothing fancy just dinner. The husband has duty tomorrow and we didn’t have anyone to leave Liam with.
Two years doesn’t seem much but it already feels like a lot. It like all I can remember is being married, everything before that is blurry. In that two years, I’ve moved to another country, we got our first house, got pregnant, had a baby, bought our first car, gone through four deployments, and just recently celebrated one year of parenthood.
I used to think being married was the weirdest thing cause you’re with one person for the rest of your life and you’ll bound to ran out things to talk about or be sick of each other’s company, but now I get it. Marriage isn’t boring, being married is having a constant frenemy. There will be days when you’ll want to always be together and agree on everything; there will also be days when you’ll be arguing so bad that you’ll wonder if your neighbors will call you out, but when the day ends he’s t still the person you wanna share your blanket with.
I was gonna skip the whole dramatic post on Facebook but I had to make up for forgetting.
We spent our first year being married adjusting to living with each other. The second year was spend adjusting to being parents. Hopefully, by the third year we’ll be well adjusted.