What this man understood, from twenty plus years of marriage to his wife, translated…
“Don’t you know, that my birthday is the same day every year?”
Recalling how one year I’d accidentally arranged my overseas trip around my youngest son’s birthday, he’d, grilled me.
It’d felt, that I was in a T.V. competition for the million dollar prize, and I’d finally gotten to the very last level, and, I’d forgotten where the sun rises from, I was, an idiot.
A few weeks ago, as I’d discovered, that my anniversary with my dearly beloved wife landed on my days out, I’d thought, game over for me—with the bold exclamation marks after it!
Our love, if embellishing it a little, fits to the Hollywood love affairs. From the dreams of our youths (intrigues with the girls who can play piano and looked good in white satin), to my hormone raging teen’s blind pursuits (we’d written one another letters, in that era when there’s, NO FB, it’d taken us three months to get to know one another on paper, to finally meet face-to-face), it was, actually, something not easy, for me, and my first love (simply stated, before I pursued her, she was already, dating another guy), to passing through the valleys of lows of my life, to finally, get to hold her hand (I’m the spokesperson of how heavens will bless the slow).
After we’re together, the dating process was, probably, fairytale like, I suppose. But, we’d not gone the “Snow White” routes, but the “Little Mermaid” one. After seven years of dating, perhaps, there wasn’t that proposal of getting down on my knees, with that ring in my hand, we’d felt, that we’re ready to sign a contract. And, even as an experienced fortune teller matched our charts, he’d said clearly, “The woman will marry two men, and the man will marry two women”, he’d attempted to, advise against us being married to one another, but, we’d still gotten, engaged, and married, and, set up a banquet for her to visit her family, had three banquets total.
And it’s been, nineteen full years since we first wed.
“Since we were married, you’d never skipped out on our wedding anniversary.” as I saw the message left on my LINE by my wife, I was on business in Sweden. “If you’d not married me then, you could’ve done a whole lot better, no matter who you’d chosen to marry”, I’d texted her back.
A lot of men who are school instructors held the fantasies for women who are in the music department, like how flies are drawn to a fruit, rushed over in an instant. Besides, my wife is a rare species that’s taken the music trek, from her kindergarten years, all the way, to her graduate school careers.
“I figured as much”, she’d stated. This was, one of the few things she’d, agreed with me on. Then, we would pucker up to the screens and kiss, to make sure that we’d done this same old conversation from nineteen years back.
Happy anniversary, my dear.
The Thoughtful Things, an Additive:
Other than those sweet talks, naturally, I’d, already bought a little something from Northern Europe, placed it inside a little black box, with a white bow tied over it. Remember, do NOT fool around, with the bottom half of my own life!
So, this is how this couple that’s been married for nearly TWENTY years still interacted so intimately with one another, and, it’s hard to keep the love fresh, especially if you’d been married that long, but, this man still managed to surprise his own wife, and she him, in their day to day interactions, and that, is the key to a good marriage.