Anniversary

Today is our very first anniversary (yep -- I waited until I was 38 to get hitched, and the Boy was 44).

Aside from the whining in the last post, it's really been quite a fun year. We've actually had just a perfectly lovely day, and a really nice night out last night. Today we went to one of our favorite brunch places today and then went to an art exhibit, and then walked home in the sun through central park. On our very first weekend we spent together, we did the exact same thing, so it was nice to reminisce about that a bit, and laugh about how hard we both were trying to be on "best date behavior" for a whole weekend.

This year of being married has been surprising: being married can be hard but it is also awesome. Really really awesome. (I'm weirdly inarticulate about this, but I'll just leave it there.)

This year has also thrown a whole lot at the two of us: one job loss, one "I've had enough and I'm quitting" job loss, two parents with cancer, the murder of a friend, and our infertility. I don't think I'm overstating it when I say that I might not still be standing if I didn't have the ability to lean on (read "grab in desperation") the Boy, and I'm hopeful I've made it a bit easier on him, too.

None of these challenges have gone away yet, but we have made it through the year together, and we are stronger than we were before. And that is enough. Enough so that even if nothing else works out the way we plan, our lives together will be rich enough and full enough of laughter and love that it will all be OK.

So today I just feel lucky, and I'm going to hold onto that feeling for as long as I can.