Brendan and I celebrated our 10th anniversary this past Friday, on May 27. I have to write the exact date in order to prove to Brendan that I actually do know it. You see, we were married over Memorial Day weekend and while I can easily remember that much, the dates of the weekend keep changing on me every year and I can't be expected to keep that straight! I argue that it's not remembering a particular date that is important, it's being able to recall all the wonderful things about him that got us started on this path and that have kept us steady. And those things I remember.
I remember when he used to work six days a week, sixteen hours a day. He would leave home at 7:30 in the morning and get home after 11:30 pm (on a good night). And, when our first child was born and she was fussy, he would load her up in the car at midnight and drive laps around the Washington, DC beltway so that she (and by extension, I) could sleep. To this day he still gets up every time one of the children needs something in the middle of the night.
I remember how he was strong for me, and held me while I cried after two miscarriages in five months.
I remember that he has allowed me to have cats in the house, despite the fact that he's allergic to cats. He even loves the stupid cat.
I remember that he created an in home breakfast restaurant, Cafe Ooh La La, for the kids. I remember that he has carried all three children at the same time - one in each arm and one sitting on his shoulders when they were tired. He still does this now, even though they are a combined weight of more than 150lbs. I remember that he has given up countless chances to play golf or watch sports in favor of hanging out with his children.
And, I remember that he has told me every day how much he loves me. He's never missed a day.
|View into the Fearrington House White Garden --|
this garden was the view from our room
Gorgeous suite at Fearrington
|Belted Galloway at Fearrington|