Y’all, I’ve mentioned how much I enjoy being married to George. He’s so freakin’ rad. On our first and second anniversaries, I wrote little ditties about how much I love him blah blah blah. And this year I don’t feel compelled to do that. I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad thing… as far as I can tell, in a successful marriage, you sort of settle into each other. So things don’t seem extraordinary all the time – they’re just really nice, really comfortable, really warm and loving and cozy. Plus, I get to be married to this stud! I love this image I snapped of my man at Chris and Shubha’s wedding earlier this year.
That’s my guy. In the dork-ass constellation tie I bought him that he actually loves and wears all the time.
Neither of us believe in soul mates. In fact, we both believe that the idea of soul-mates is overwhelmingly depressing, considering that there are billions of people on this earth. No, probably a whole bunch of people – perhaps even some I already met – would have also made good life partners. But every day I spend with George, he becomes more and more the only person I could possibly see myself with. So I guess that’s what I mean by growing into each other. You become so familiar, so close, that person really does develop into your soul mate (yeah, thanks for the speech and all Dad… oy).
So then! Happy third anniversary to my kick-ass husband. Now we’re off to go watch nerdy movies and eat tons of fancy foods. Yesss!