An open letter to my husband on our 4th anniversary.

My sweet –

Last weekend is a perfect example of our marriage.

Friday night, I was tired and cranky. I was totally your dream wife. Then, I realized that there were mouse turds in the silverware drawer.

If I were a 3-year-old, I would have had a full-blown temper tantrum. As a 39-year-old, I had a half-assed temper tantrum. Perhaps I am out of practice.

But you, voice o’ reason, said, “You know, you don’t have to clean the entire kitchen right this second. It can wait. Come sit.”

And so I did. And then things started to be OK. Thank you for that.

Saturday, we had the bright idea to “just go look” at IKEA. Of course, this meant that we found ourselves standing outside everyone’s favorite Swedish superstore at 9 p.m. as it was closing, surrounded by three ginomous couch boxes that – whoops! – weren’t all going to fit in the truckasaurus.

And the latch to fold down the back seat was broken. Ha!

You were the brawn. I was the brains who thought to call a friend who lived nearby and had an SUV. You managed to get the back seat of the truckasaurus down. I managed to stop laughing like a stressed-out hyena. We got home and the couch got home with us. It worked.

Sunday? Sunday, we worked together to rearrange furniture, and you put together our new couch. I know assembling IKEA furniture is responsible for the demise of many relationships, but I think we weathered the storm well. It might have something to do with you being a fix-it genius and me leaving the house.

I appreciate you.

Damn. You’re handsome.

And Sunday night? We sat on our new couch and watched “Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” because we’d never seen it and felt like we were missing a cultural must-have. I covered my face through about half of the movie. And you kindly and patiently told me, “Not yet … oooh! … yeah, definitely not yet … keep ’em covered … well … OK, I think it’s safe now.”

You are a true pal and partner and prevented me from having nightmares for the next 7 years. Thank you.

Also? You surprised me with graham crackers and frosting while we watched (or didn’t watch) the movie. Because you are full of surprises and fun.

You are a true partner and friend. You make me laugh every day and teach me about compassion and computers on a regular basis. I am so blessed to be your wife – or, as you say, “mah woman.”

Thank you. I love you.


P.S. This morning, when I asked you where your pants were? And you referred to our living room as “a clothing dispersal system?” Like, I want to be annoyed, but mostly you just make me laugh? And maybe that’s a good lesson? But also, our living room isn’t a laundry basket? But mostly I just like you?

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  • Reply Jenny Hart Boren April 9, 2015 at 3:58 pm

    He sounds just about perfect. Happy anniversary, you crazy kids!

  • Reply sherilee April 9, 2015 at 6:09 pm

    I love everything about this post, but especially the picture and those smiles!

    Happy anniversary!

  • Reply Kari April 9, 2015 at 8:34 pm

    You make a cute couple.
    And Texas Chain Saw Massacre is the WORST.
    Happy Anniversary!

  • Reply Banjo Unfabulousness April 9, 2015 at 11:59 pm

    THIS is true love 🙂 Happy Anniversary ChaCha

  • Reply smalltownme April 10, 2015 at 12:55 am

    Happy Anniversary!

  • Reply cookingwithgas April 10, 2015 at 4:48 pm

    Good ones are a gift.
    I know.
    I've tried for years to chase mine off through my craziness.
    And, yet, there he is, with a pretend bag always packed and ready to go.

  • Reply Green Girl in Wisconsin April 10, 2015 at 9:44 pm

    This is a wonderful example of true love, Becky. Happy anniversary to you and your true love.

  • Reply Karen (formerly kcinnova) April 17, 2015 at 3:48 am

    Perfection. Happy anniversary!

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