A couple days ago, on February 28th, Jason and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. Previously to celebrate, I would usually put on my wedding dress, we would open a bottle of champagne and watch our wedding video. Before Nick, we'd usually go away for the weekend too.
This year, Nick got in trouble at the dinner table for spitting out his milk. By the way, dinner was turkey chili, instead of steak, because I didn't want the ground turkey in the fridge to go bad.
However, I am still chalking this up to a perfect anniversary. In biblical times, "7" was thought to represent perfection and completion. This is one reason the number 7 is now associated with being lucky. Of course, in marriage, it's also associated with the "7 year itch". That's one type of "getting lucky", I suppose, but not exactly one I would want my husband experiencing! Ok, back to the topic...
I felt my anniversary to be a perfect day full of the reality of two imperfect people working together to build a life and a family. My house was slightly messy, my son was acting like a chimpanzee, and even my poor dog was licking the spot where he lost his fur literally one year prior. And there we were, Jay and I, proud of it all.
We did end up popping in the wedding video. And we laughed remembering the saxophonist filling in for the violinist played "Killing Me Softly" during the vows. We laughed even harder talking about how our videographer gave us a homemade "adult film" video instead of our wedding video, and stared in amazement at the fact that we looked like two 15 year old's playing dress-up at a shotgun wedding.
Above all else, we agreed we had no idea what the heck we were getting ourselves into!
Today, 7 years later I can look at him and truly know what I'm getting myself into, and he can do the same. Thankfully, after we put the chimp in the cage and we were enjoying our overly-priced cupcakes, we agreed that we would still say yes.....with all of each other's imperfections....perfectly "YES" to us.
I love you, Romano. Here's to the next 7.
