Six years ago today, I stood in a church in the office of a priest, silently hoping my white skirt was appropriate for the occasion. My little boy played on the floor with toy airplanes that were graciously loaned to him by the priest who stood before me. To my side was the man who would very soon become my husband. Our rings were blessed before being placed on our fingers, our vows were recited, and our lips met. We became man and wife on that chilly Friday afternoon, nearly two months after obtaining our marriage certificate and only slightly over two months after I had moved 1000 miles to be with him. To say we moved quickly would be quite the understatement.
I’d be lying if I said that things were pure bliss for us from the start. Love as strong as ours still can’t manage to conquer all. We’ve been through some rough patches and we drive each other crazy at times. The thing is, my worst moments with him are still better than my best moments with anyone else. I’m incredibly lucky to have a husband who loves me with such passion and I’m happy to say that I can match that passion and then some when it comes to my feelings for him. He is my world and I don’t ever want to be without him.
In the past few days, I feel as if he and I have been rediscovering each other. We are nearing the time in our marriage where statistically, we’re meant to have a wandering eye and in danger of falling victim to the so-called “seven year itch.” He and I have found the opposite of that. I’m more into him now than I was during the puppy dog love/honeymoon phase where everything is new and shiny and exciting. I’ll spare you the details, but I can honestly say that we’ve been acting like high school students whose parents are out of town. Getting a break from being parents definitely helps as well (the boy is visiting family over Spring Break) and we’ve been taking advantage and giving each other the attention and affection we both deserve.
I’m so in love and finally realizing exactly how lucky we both are. True, it’s only been six years, but some marriages don’t even last for half of that time. Some marriages are sexless, emotionless arrangements that people are just too comfortable with to leave. My marriage is flawed just like everything else in life, but it’s also pretty perfect. I look at my husband and see beauty. He accepts me both when I’m beautiful and sexy and when I’m a crazy crying mess of a human. We complete each other and thrive together. I’m over the moon that we’ve made it to six years and I see so much for us in the future. My heart is fully and completely in the hands of Jamie Curtis Baker, the only man in this world who knows exactly how to handle it.