26 and Counting…

What we have learned in 26 years…

The hubs and I celebrated 26 years of wedded bliss-ters yesterday! Go us! Our version of celebrating included chili dogs, a bag of Doritos, and a binge of The Magicians on Netflix. WooHoo! Netflix and chill– old people style. Like…we actually watched Netflix.

But, it was perfect. The hubs and I are fairly simple people. We truly enjoy one another’s company. He thinks I am Awesome Sauce with a side of HOT DaMn and I think he is right ( LOL ).  No, really, I do. But, I also think he is the mostest in every possible way and I will cut a bitch if she gets too close.

But are WE perfect? Nope. We have been together for a long time and don’t see an end in sight, Thank God, but it hasn’t been peaches and cream the entire time. We have had a few bumps in the road and an occasional sink hole, but we kept going.

We have learned that it is WORK.  If you bust your ass to win this person’s heart, why would you assume that once they are in your grasp you no longer have to keep trying? The hubs put it an interesting way- “This isn’t a disposable lighter. We aren’t tossing it away when the light fades.” We are refillable. We have faded in and out of bliss over the years but found ways to refill the love and joy in our lives.

You know how it is. You love someone sooooo much on Tuesday that you can’t fathom your life without them. The idea makes it hard to breathe. But, on Saturday you want to strangle them with the dirty socks they have, once again, left on the floor 2 feet from the basket. It comes in waves. Some moments are a gentle caress where others wipe you out and you don’t think you will be able to tread water. It’s when the water is rough that you really have to hang on to one another. The hubs has kept me afloat many a times and I pray I have done the same for him.

We have learned that we have to keep busting our asses to keep the others heart. It doesn’t take large displays of affection. I HATE cut flowers and have no need for diamonds. What I need is someone to laugh with and hold me when I am feeling less than Awesome Sauce. I need him to cheer me on in my crazy dream of being a writer and read the werds I put on paper. And him…he needs me to listen when his day has taken a hard left when he needed to go right. He needs to know that I have his back and will stand beside him throughout the journey. And, he needs someone to laugh at his terrible Dad jokes and watch horrible movies with. That last bit is a struggle, but I do what I can. LOL

This trip is far from over and we will continue to work for it. He is worth ALL my effort and I know he feels the same about moi.

If they were worth the struggle to win then aren’t they worth the struggle to keep?