Happy Anniversary

I have been married to my DH for 9 years today.  At this very time (9:30 pm EST), 9 years ago, I was swing dancing to Jive Bunny surrounded by family and friends in a pouffy white dress, happy as can be. Fast forward to this very moment… my husband is out with the guys at a wing joint drinking beer talking about sports. I guess that is my anniversary present to him, and I’m not upset about it, really. I am perfectly happy to be sitting here blogging in the dark. After all, I have taken out the garbage, done the dishes, and washed a load of darks…

We have become a cliche. That is not to say that the romance is totally gone. Last weekend, my husband and I went on a date. We ate sushi and watched Iron Man. Next weekend we will be going to see Matt and Ben at Cleveland Public Theatre. We hold hands on walks, email each other during the work day, share private jokes, and sometimes we even have sex.

We’ve had our ups and downs over the years. I like to say that we’ve had seven happy years, and two shakey ones.  Year nine started out shakey, but has ended up quite happy.  Happy enough that I am “letting him” go out with his friends to talk about the Indians while I sit at home and watch Friends reruns on our anniversary.

I do not doubt that a year from this moment, my DH and I will be doing something fabulous as the 10th anniversary holds a little more cache.  I look forward to year ten and to reading this entry a year from now to see how far we’ve come.