Ten years of marriage and 13 years together have convinced me that wedding vows need updating.
Even though he locks my van while it’s in the garage, causing me to juggle two kids, a mug of hot coffee, and at least four other items (and, oh yeah, the boys are literally underfoot) while I dig deep in my enormous mom-purse for my keys…I still love him.
Even though I “borrowed” his office stereo to rip old recital tapes into my computer weeks ago and still have it, causing him to listen to public radio begging him for money on a tinny radio…he still loves me.
Even though he is a raging bed hog and after a full day of the boys hanging on me the last thing I want is elbows in my ribs…I still love him.
Even though I don’t take very good care of myself (because I’m taking care of him and the boys)and he’ll have to eventually care for me, ruining all cool retirement plans…he still loves me.
Even though he is an anal perfectionist…I still love him.
Even though I am an anal perfectionist…he still loves me.
Even though he is a big ball of caffeinated stress…I still love him.
Even though I have SAD and go slightly nuts in February…he still loves me.
Even though he works so hard he forgets to come up for air and have a life…I still love him.
Even though I have grand dreams and plans and drive him nuts with them…he still loves me.
Even though we’re going slightly nuts living this life slightly out of control, having snatches of conversations over the boys’ heads and laughing at the insanity of it all, we are still very much in love.