A little in advance. I might not get to a computer over the weekend. Or even if I do, I might not get the opportunity to type out an entire paeon of a post without the laptop being hijacked by small hands trying to download as many Batman Games as is possible by opening multiple windows that will need constant ten minutes of click close to reach the home screen again.
It has been 15 years since we got married. It sounds like a really really long time. It makes me file for pension plans. And retirement funds and such like. It makes me want to go and check whether I need to pull out all my teeth and put in dentures. It makes me want to go shopping for a two for the price of one walking stick. Seriously though, 15 years passed in a blink. It still feels like yesterday that I was crying buckets with the dust motes from the havan digging holes into my contact lenses. Ah the pleasures of LASIK that I now can sit strong in the face of any wind and dust. And it still feels like yesterday that we landed in the hotel room post pheras to discover that hairspray and switches and multiple hair pins had made my hip length hair a concrete helmet. Lets just say that no appropriate suhaag raat activities ensued thanks to acute tiredness and us struggling to extricate every pin planted into said concrete helmet. By the time we finished removing every hair pin, the resulting little pile of hair pins on the dressing table was the size of a small mountain. Any wonder I staggered through my wedding and reception feeling like the weight of the world had been placed on my head. Of course, that wasnt true. I had handed over the weight of the world to you when we got married. You greyed. Frown lines are furrowed in your brow. Your face is permanently scowling. It has been years since I’ve seen you relaxed and laughing without a care. Its been a tough 15 years. The last year has been the toughest for you. For both of us. We’ve got through it. The coming year can only get better. When we hit rockbottom, there is only one way to go and that is up. And yes, this comes from all the self help books we have been ODing on over the past year.
What the year has done, is that it has made us a team. Truly. Finally. We’ve fought. We’ve had disagreements so bad that we’ve been inches away from sticking knitting needles into each other. We’ve created a baby so beautiful he takes my breath away, and I’m a prejudiced mother. We’ve started a company together. We’ve bought a home together. We are so going to share our dentures in a few years. Although, your jaw is way broader than mine. I’m gonna have to pack in some cotton to keep said denture in place.
It has been a decade and a half. It has been a good ride. Strike that. It has been a great ride. You are my old sweater. Comfortable. Fit me like second skin. Keep me warm and comfortable. Keep me safe. And you’ve stretched out to accommodate my stretching girth.
Happy Anniversary darling hubby. I’m blessed to have you in my life.