7 Year Itch

Today is my 7 year anniversary. Seven years. Seven. Shouldn't I be on the verge of divorce or separation or something? It seems that very few people these days make it to 7 years without having gone through some serious rocky roads. Not ice cream. I mean hard times. Maybe they should all go eat ice cream. It does clear the mind and put things into perspective.

See, the thing is that I don't see that. I don't see rocky roads ahead. I only see Cherry Garcia and Mint Chocolate Cookie and Half Baked. I see only good things ahead of us. It seems that our life together is just beginning...even 7 years later.

I think that mindset is what makes our marriage work. Yes, we do all the other things that make a marriage work also, but it's the mindset that we're always only just beginning. We have so much life left to live together and we enjoy every minute of it together...even if we're enjoying it by bitching and crying in our beers together. I know. I just said that I enjoy bitching. But isn't that what a friend is? Someone who'll listen to you bitch and then join in with you?

And Chris is my best friend. There is nothing that I keep from him. When we have issues, we talk them out. It sometimes takes me a few days...months...to get around to verbalizing my feelings, but I do. And then we work through it together. Together. There's no "I" in team, people.

We are a team. One of the best teams ever. We'd be an awesome wrestling tag team. When one of us slacks, the other picks up the slack without being asked to...or forced to. And the slacker then realizes that the favor must be returned at a later date. When one of us is drowning, the other jumps in feet first and pulls the other out. It's just how we roll. We got each others' backs, yo.

We do disagree from time to time...alot of time with very little time in between. We have differing view points on a multitude of things, but we always keep in mind what is really important. We have lapses. Everyone does. We forget things but are always quickly reminded by the other. We get mad and we give each other the silent treatment but we apologize...ALWAYS before bed. We get frustrated with one not rinsing the dishes and the other not turning socks right-side-out but we always remember that we both do these things and that it's just not all that important. We are not perfect in the eyes of the many.

But we are perfect in the eyes of the important...the two of us. Chris is perfectly flawed to me. And I am confident that I can say I am perfectly flawed in his eyes.

Seven year itch? Of course. I itch everyday to continue our awesome relationship. I itch to see our future unfold in front of us. I itch for more delicious ice cream...I've never cared for rocky road.

Thank you, Chris, for more than I could ever list. For more than I could ever say or write. There is no worthy Hallmark card. Not even the ones that play music. The only worthy sentiment is straigh from Louis. I love you, Christopher.