The Parakeet is fairly certain she has done an anniversary post for the last 5ish years.
So – even though blogging is sporadic lately – there has to be an Anniversary post. It’s starting to be that the Bird doesn’t want to say her age anymore – when does that happen? Apparently when you’ve been married nine years and you have a three-year old and it’s 2011 and you just sit down some days and go “What is happening? Slow down!”
Last year’s anniversary found them sailing the carribean and indulging in the most luxurious of ways. This year, they walked themselves over to a local BYOB and had the most delicious French-Mexican cuisine. Maybe the fact that those two types of food are so hard to imagine together is the reason they are so great.
By a strange twist of fate (well more like a missed Amtrak) the Huz’ sister was in town so she got babysitter duty and they called off their generous neighbor. It was very rainy after a strange string of really warm October days. They walked through Winnemac Park and commented again on how grateful they were to have it just one block from home – such a lovely respite in the city – little trails and trees of changing colors – they talked and held hands and chose a wine carefully. It was simple and romantic.
If the Parakeet had to describe the past year of their marriage, she might go to those two words. The Huz and the Parakeet have done a lot of growing recently. After a few years of stress beginning businesses and parenthood, the past year was one of rekindled love and gratitude. They are making more time for each other, listening harder, complimenting more, sacrificing more – growing up.
Getting married early doesn’t make you any more mature. It just means you have someone with whom you are sharing those early pains of adulthood. They talked a lot last night about what it meant to go through most of their twenties married. It meant for the experimenting, the searching, the playing, and the failing – they had partners. For the scrapes and the starting over and the dreaming and the planning, they have had each other. Nine years later, it is like a big welcoming hug to know they have accepted each others growth, even encouraged it and ideally become better people. This isn’t the last ‘nine year cycle’ to be sure, but it was the first and it’s an accomplishment.
Happy Anniversary, kids! You’re not so young anymore.