Three years ago I was
a college student, struggling under the weight of a long career and a long
distance relationship.
Two years ago, I was
a newlywed in a new town.
One year ago I spent
a week going to a show every night and then the weekend getting tipsy at a
winery with my best friend.
Today I sit with that
same best friend in our home, in a very familiar town.
I type as he plays
video games and both of us have that, now familiar hum in our ear from the
little box that lets us watch our baby sleep.
The consistency of
her sound machine and an assortment of spotify songs is interrupted by a voice
saying
‘Hay, you’re
beautiful’.
We’ve been together a
total of five years and there has not been one day where he has not spoken
those words to me.
We are fortunate to
have examples of long marriages surrounding us.
Zach’s grandparents
will celebrate 65 years together next May.
We got to be with
them this past weekend.
We played dominos,
cards and talked into the middle of the night.
Mommom has told me
that she always loved Pop’s ‘skinny basketball legs’.
And if you’re ever
around Pop for a good amount of time, he will tell you how mommom has always
been the prettiest woman in the room.
I love to think about
when they were just two years married and where we will be 63 years from now.
I don’t have a
perfect marriage and my baby cries
but there is no other
reality that I would ever want to live in.
-Hay
Two Years married
