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Monthly Archives: June 2011
Nineteen Years
Published June 18, 2011 | By jcwright
Yesterday was my nineteenth anniversary. It feels weird to think I’ve been married that long. I don’t feel old enough to have been married NINETEEN YEARS, and yet, I have a hard time remembering life before Mr. Wright—though that might have something to do with the fact that I went on my first date with Mr. Wright when I was sixteen-ish. I’ve learned a few things in the years of being married and decided to share nineteen things about being married I’ve learned in my nineteen years of actually being married.
- Romance is more about friendship and fun than it is about roses and candlelight
- Kicking a man under the table to get him to shut up is useless when he just loudly asks, “Why are you kicking me?” afterward.
- The three syllables I’m sorry are as important as the three syllables I love you.
- Mr. Wright and I must have a good mix of genetics, because our kids are beautiful, brilliant demigods.
- There is nothing sexier than finding your husband in the middle of the night trying to balance a bottle, a baby, and a book as he reads the scriptures to your newborn.
- Speaking well of each other inspires the other to live up to the reputation you’ve given them.
- I feel safer when he’s with me.
- I’m lost without him—and I don’t mean that in a metaphoric sense. I really mean I’m lost without him. I have never been good with directions, and he has a grid in his head at all times.
- I’m a complete grouchy monster of a female when I am tired.
- Mr. Wright is a complete grouchy monster of a male when he is hungry.
- We are pure evil when I’m tired and he’s hungry at the same time.
- Little things make a big difference. I love that he makes Crème brulee for me—that I hardly ever have to touch a gas handle because he tries to keep my car full of gas for me—that he laughs with me. That he never complains when I call him for directions when I’m on the road and lost.
- No one can chase a dream alone. No one can climb to success without someone else holding the ladder for them. I would not be a published author without his support, belief, and help.
- It’s funny when you dump a bucket of ice water over the curtain on a man taking a shower.
- It’s not so funny when he gets you back, and it’s hard to understand why he’s laughing when he should be apologizing.
- Listening to my husband explain physics, math, verb conjugation, the golden rule . . . to our children is some of the best noise I’ve ever heard.
- True love is sticking around when things are bad, so you’re still there when things get good again.
- I didn’t know what people were talking about when I was a teenager in love—when they would say I didn’t really know what love was. Nineteen years later when I love him more today than yesterday and more yesterday than the day before that . . . I think I am finally understanding.
- Growing up with him was fun, exciting, exhilarating. Growing old with him is perfect.
Happy Anniversary, Mr. Wright. I love you.
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