December 7, a day that shall forever live in infamy.
For me, it also lives in famy; or whatever the antonym of infamy is. Not to take away from the historical significance of what happened 75 years ago, but this also happens to be Jenn’s and my wedding anniversary.
Two years ago, on a Sunday no less, Jenn and I stood before a Hawaiian priestess in Queen Lili’uokalani park, the only witnesses being her parents and brother who was Facetimed in from New York, and were married.
In some ways it was just a formality as we had been happily dating since April and then together since June. But in some very fundamental, foundational ways it was a very special and significant time for us.
A lot of folks live together, never get married, and 30 years later remain just as committed as ever. Maybe we’re just old-fashioned, but from early on, we said if we were going to do this, marriage was the goal.
Two years and wow.
Two years and we have a 7-month old baby.
Life isn’t always rosy – we’re currently experiencing some of the buffeting life often brings – but gosh freakin’ darn if life ain’t just wonderful.
It’s the little hells we have to go through each day that make the hugs, kisses, and baby laughs all the more rich and illustrative of heaven.
If there’s one main thing I’ve learned in these two years is the same thing I’ve been hearing since I was a boy. My dad would tell me that “love” is spelled “t-i-m-e.” DC Talk told me that Luv is a Verb. Boston declares that love is More Than a Feeling. Holy mackerel, hand to cod if all that ain’t the ever-lovin’ truth.
I thought I could be myself when Jenn and I first started dating? Bro, you have no clue how comfortable you can be with each other after a time of living with each other and seeing one another at the worst. I’m talking…well…I don’t want to embarrass her or speak out of turn, but just as an example, earlier this year when we caught some kind of awful flu bug and were throwing up all night – I had freakin salad leaves coming out of my nose. Yeah, that’s a bonding experience.
And yeah, sometimes we get mad at each other but always end up making out up in the end.
So that’s two years down. Infinity to go*.
*once either bionic implants become readily available and/or we can upload our consciousnesses to the cloud.