Three years ago today, on a cool and somewhat drizzly evening, I watched nervously as the most beautiful woman I had ever seen walked down the aisle and said “Yes” when asked if she would share her life with me.
Three years ago this morning, I was at Sam’s Club purchasing 30 bags of apples, because I loved that same beautiful woman who wanted to decorate our wedding reception to look like a fall festival.
Things have changed quite a bit over these past three years, but my desire to make my wife happy has not changed. And as I have learned, the apples were just the tip of the iceberg. But in an attempt to be a good husband, I have worked to keep my facetious comments about my large fruit purchase to under 10 a year. However, it gives me some comfort to know that someone at a homeless shelter three days after our reception said, “Again with the apples?” (That’s number 7 for the year.)
What I couldn’t have known on my wedding day was that being a husband is only one of the many jobs I would be taking on over the next three years. I am a landlord, a landscaper, a painter, an exterminator, a picture frame hanger, a plumber and so many other jobs that I can’t even list them all. Now, granted, I am not particularly good at any of these jobs, but I sure try to be a good at being a husband and my newest job of being a father.
I already knew that I was unbelievably lucky to marry my best friend, but my luck definitely held out when I saw how great Jen is at being a Mom.
We now live in the same house in which I lived in a single man. And with Jen and Matthew in my life, what was once a mostly empty home is now filled with a lot of love …. and a lot of picture frames.
I think the success of our relationship is partly due to the fact that, in the past three years, there hasn’t been a single day in which I haven’t shared a laugh with Jen. She has a great laugh.
My mother-in-law will say that there are two types of comedy: slapstick and sarcasm. And I definitely fall on the side with fewer seltzer bottles. But as long as Jen and I can laugh with each other more than we laugh at each other, I think we will be okay. But I’m not sure which side my laughter at her truly original Sammy Davis Jr. impression falls on that scale.
Jen knows me better than anyone else, and I think she can say the same about me. After all of these years, I still learn new and wonderful things about her all of the time and I think I am starting to figure out the unique way she thinks. I doubt that anyone else could have guessed what song she was talking about when she just kept repeating the mis-heard lyric “Shhhhh. I’m the baby.” (It was “Return to Innocence” by Enigma, by the way.)
I am very proud of Jen in everything she does. In her work, as a friend, a sister and especially a mother, she is always striving to do the best. And she is always there to encourage me in everything I do as well.
I love Jen even more than the day she walked down the aisle at our wedding, and the words I spoke to her as we knelt before the altar are as true today as they were then, “You still owe me $10 from when I picked up your prescription yesterday?”
Happy Anniversary Jen. I love you more and more every day.
But, seriously, you still owe me ten dollars.