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.
now, let me describe this place for you. arlington. tallest building in crystal city. there's nothing like getting on to the elevator and skipping all the numbers to go straight for the letter "p". your spirits get lifted as soon as you press it; you feel like a big shot. step out of the elevator to the penthouse floor, up the half-flight of stairs and out on to the roof. you're greeted with a warm breeze, a sky without a single cloud, and an expansive view of washington dc, with the washington monument, jefferson memorial, and capitol building in plain view. the sun is glittering off the potomac, and you have a cold one in your hand. stretch out on the lounge chair with my frosty cold budweiser? don't mind if i do.
