nine years

nine years today with david. this morning eliot asked us if we getting married again to day. didnt quite grasp the meaning of anniversary, but couched in an explanation that our marriage was having its ninth birthday, it all clicked. last night we were chatting with our friend beth (who understands the meaning of anniversary, so much easier that way) about the past nine years. happiest day of my life? no. not the actual day. what a blur. best decision i ever made? yes. most definitely. our first year of marriage (babies marrying babies mind you) david decided not to go back to school. while at home he zeroed in on what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. be a writer. thank goodness. second year, with much prompting on my part, we packed up and moved back to lawrence where david was enrolled in the creative writing program. third & fourth years were a blur of college, lots of shows at the bottleneck, one car, $237 rent (not a lie), three roommates, and a dog. again with more prompting by yours truly, david enrolled in the masters program for creative writing. i mean come on, they were paying for his tuition and paying him to teach. how can you say no to that? you cant. you just cant. fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth were a blur of babies, house buying, car buying, babies, starting up two companies, babies, more car buying (uh hello, mini van?) lots and lots of stress about all those things plus money. and here we are. the first day of our ninth year. and truly, honestly, i can say that this is going to be our best year yet. because of, in spite of, all those things we are here, making the most of it. sticking to our guns on goals and dreams, letting little things fall to the wayside, reveling in wonderful friendships and support. and damn it all if it doesnt feel great and scary and lovely at once. i love you david, you are the best decision i ever made.