Saturday, September 18, 2004
anniversaries
This week my husband and I celebrated our four-year dating anniversary. It seems pretty momentous to me, since I'm the girl who couldn't keep any relationship alive for more than six months before I met him.
It's sort of odd to look at my life and realize that I've been with my partner for four years. Every day, I learn new things about him; every time I make a mistake, I tell myself I'll fix it next time, and I am amazed in thinking about it that there are new things to know and mistakes to be made still. There are fathoms to him and to me that neither of us has come close to exploring yet, and we've had nearly half a decade to try.
This time of year is weird for us, because September 11 comes a day before my birthday and four days before our dating anniversary. I remember in 2001 that, even though such horrible things had happened the day before, we still celebrated my birthday and we celebrated our anniversary. That was important to me—not because it was MY birthday or anything like that—but because fear can't rule our lives.
A little digression.
Four years. Anniversaries. I'll always know how long it's been since 9/11 because I'll always know how long I've been with my husband. In ways, it's an uncomfortable link, but every year it reminds me how precious life is and how important it is to keep living, keep loving, keep going.
It's sort of odd to look at my life and realize that I've been with my partner for four years. Every day, I learn new things about him; every time I make a mistake, I tell myself I'll fix it next time, and I am amazed in thinking about it that there are new things to know and mistakes to be made still. There are fathoms to him and to me that neither of us has come close to exploring yet, and we've had nearly half a decade to try.
This time of year is weird for us, because September 11 comes a day before my birthday and four days before our dating anniversary. I remember in 2001 that, even though such horrible things had happened the day before, we still celebrated my birthday and we celebrated our anniversary. That was important to me—not because it was MY birthday or anything like that—but because fear can't rule our lives.
A little digression.
Four years. Anniversaries. I'll always know how long it's been since 9/11 because I'll always know how long I've been with my husband. In ways, it's an uncomfortable link, but every year it reminds me how precious life is and how important it is to keep living, keep loving, keep going.
