i am twenty-four years old. yesterday marked the point where i realized i had spent twenty-five percent of my life with my husband. wow. it really made me take a step back and think of what that meant.
i met thomas after playing a gig in beckley. special guest had played that night with a few other bands and it was a homecoming of sorts for me, having not played since i went away to college. he was there supporting his brother, who had played bass for one of the bands that night, and it was the first time i had met him, even though i had agreed to spend the rest of that week before christmas helping him on a film, lifting and toting and the like. i had no idea what i was getting out of the deal. i thought it would just be some work experience in my field. look what i ended up with.
fast forward to now. we've been married three years, together for six. as i posted on love several weeks ago, my ideas on what marriage is and isn't have changed significantly, though i believe it's for the best. i got myself locked into a partnership, not a romance. it's a series of challenges, a teammate to help me get through this thing called life. i love where we've made it so far.
there are a lot of people i know that knew me for many years before they knew my husband. it warms my heart to know there are also a lot of people that have never known us apart. to many of our friends, we have always been a unit, our names generally used together, not ever knowing one without the other. and while we are both very independent people and i sometimes cringe at the idea of being even slightly dependent on someone else (i am thankful for someone who can reach the cabinet above the fridge and unscrew stubborn jars), i like knowing that without that twenty-five percent of my life with him in it i would be a very different person, probably not nearly as happy and successful as i am now.
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