The Third Year


Ah anniversaries: the only other time that unity candle gets any use.

This time three years ago I was getting married to the Curmudgeonly Lion. It doesn’t seem like it has really been that long and at the same time it feels like it was eons ago considering that we moved cross country, I began graduate school, and two of my siblings have also gotten married in the interim.

I would say that celebrating a third anniversary is pretty nice. Everyone always tells you that right after the wedding is The Honeymoon Period which seems to be characterized most notably by the fact that out comes crashing to a grisly¬† end at which point you realize that you’re married to this person, warts and all, and in it for the long haul. It paints a rather dim picture of what the rest of you married life is like and frankly I think it’s all an elaborate ruse designed to weed out the slackers who think that the point of getting married is to know when to start letting themselves go.

Being married awesome! (And I’m not just saying that because the Curmudgeonly Lion is reading over my shoulder.) So is being over thirty: another lifetime milestone I was always encouraged to dread. Our wedding day, three years ago, seems like a strange pantomime of what love should look like, as defined by someone who had researched it extensively out of a book. Three years from now I’ll probably look back on this post and wonder how I ever thought that THIS was love.

Maybe the whole point of marriage to realize that the road that unfurls behind you always becomes more faded the farther along it that you travel. Maybe the point is that the vibrancy of Married life comes from having your feet on the ground and an unknown destination ahead of you and having someone to walk with.

Here’s to the path wherever it leads.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on October 10, 2013.

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