Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Eight years ago on this very day, Joey and I got dressed to the nines, and we had a little party. There was lasagna and crusty bread, and somehow people we love made it across the snowy country to join in the fun. That year there was snow, so much snow that most of the United States called it a day and went to bed. Joey's dad was turned away at the airport, so he rented a car and drove from Denver to Salt Lake City in the blizzarding white. He made it just in time.
We were there in my grandfather's house, when my grandfather was still alive, and he was so happy--usually he would be so worried about his floors and his couches and his everything, but he sat back with a glass of hot cider, repeating every few minutes, "your friends!" Our friends went into the woods and shook snow off of pine branches so they could decorate the house. We didn't have flowers, but they filled the house with green needl-y wonderful smelling branches. And there weren't tables, but there were candles, and everyone else was dressed to the nines, too. It was a good looking bunch.
As for me, I was a bit like a snowball, all dressed in low-cut white with my belly expanding before me. Sadie was there too, nestled in my belly under the silk dress.
It was a fantastic date.
I wait for this all to get old and practiced, to feel like routine. But I still look at Joey, and I think, "Really? I get to do this? With him?" It's new still. But we're slowly getting better at it, and while that night 8 years ago it all seemed like a good idea, I'm not sure that I believed marriage could work--for anyone, really. There just were very few examples that I could see. And still, I know it's hard. And it's work. But we're learning how. And still, I get to do this? With him?
One year at a time. Here's to another one, with more everything.
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