Three years ago, I stood at the front of my childhood church and pledge to love, honor, and obey my best friend. Before all of our family and closet friends, Mikey and I joined our lives together. At the time, I thought I could never love him anymore than I did — but I was wrong, I fall deeper in love with Mikey every day.
For over a week, I have thought about what I wanted to write to my husband….but I kept coming up short. How do you find the words to express your love to the man who is your safe place when life gets trouble, let’s you cry on his shoulder, pushes you to pursue your dreams, and is an amazing father. I am not sure I can.
So I started reading thru my old blogs…and I came across this entry written in 2005
“Now, at the ripe old age of 23, I do find myself warming to the idea of being married and raising children. However, I am in no hurry to rush to the altar. Moreover, my idea of a marriage is vary different from the stereotypical marriage.
Here’s what I want out of my marriage:
1. A husband who is willing to be an equal partner in all aspects of the marriage – this includes and is not limited to Cooking dinner, Cleaning up around the house, Changing dirty diapers, Completing his fair share of 2 a.m. feedings
2. The ability to maintain my own full-time career, should I so choose. By the same token, the right to decided to be a full-time Mom, but not to be told that it is “What I’m suppose to do”
3. A husband who understands that I am horrible when it comes to ironing, would rather read a book than cook dinner, will never under any circumstances learn to sew beyond sewing on a button or hemming a pair of pants.
4. A husband who is willing to treat me with respect and love – even when I don’t deserve it.”
Did I get what I wanted — yes, yes, yes…and so much more!
1. Mikey has taken on more than his fair share of cooking duties – sometimes cooking every night of the week, he has changed more than his fair share of the dirty diapers, and has done his turn at the 2 a.m. feedings. He has also mopped the bathroom floors at 9:00 p.m. – after Joycie got sick, stayed up all night with her and then went to work the next day.
2. Mikey has always supported the choices that I have made in career – and has always told me that if I wanted to change things, then he would stand by me.
3. Three years of marriage later, I have only ironed for Mikey 4 times – and that’s only because we were running late. He knows that I hate it, and he gives me a major pass on this household duty. He laughs when he finds me at the kitchen table reading when I am suppose to be cooking, and as of yet has not asked me to sew a single thin.
4. I am not always easy to love. In fact, I have to admit that in the past 3 years there have been times when I have been mean – even downright cruel to Mikey. And yet, he still loves me, treats with respect. He brags on me to his friends, shows me affection in front of Joycie, as well as when we are alone. And he still looks at me like he did on our wedding day – as if he is thinking “How did I get so lucky?”.
I am wonder the same thing, baby. 6 years ago I had vague idea of what I wanted out of a marriage. 3 years ago, God took that vague idea and put it to life in my marriage to you. And with each passing day, I realize that I got way more than I could ever of dreamed of — I am the lucky one!
Happy Anniversary babe!