Our wedding anniversary is my favorite holiday. In all the hubbub leading up to getting married, no one told me the secret: in getting initiated into the tribe of married ladies, I was gaining a holiday that I’d never had. Anniversaries are like Christmas, but only the two of you know it’s Christmas. Or Thanksgiving, when the rest of the world doesn’t have the day off. It’s just the two of you, getting drunk, giggling together, talking about how lucky you are to have each other, trading presents, eating a nice dinner, and thinking about where you’ve been and where you’re going.
And for us, that’s today. Two years ago, we got married, in a raw, joyful, exuberant party, where all of the people we loved gathered in one place to watch us make some huge vows. It was important. It was enormous. I never want to do it again. But two years later, I don’t find myself reflecting much on the wedding. Like I said last year, these days the wedding feels like a gift, like a beginning. Today, two years later, I find myself reflecting on where we’ve been and the life we’ve built together.
I’m thinking about a year ago, when we were in Rome, fighting, adventuring, drinking a huge amount of wine, laughing hard. I’m thinking about how, in the last two years, David graduated law school, passed two bars, got a job where he is building a practice and is allowed to build a home life as well. I’m thinking about how David supported me through a job I found emotionally difficult, how he pushed me to write a book proposal, to power through the hard parts of selling the book, to write the book, to quit my job, to build a business.
I’m thinking about how our relationship has grown, as we continue to work to build the kind of life we want and tell lots of jokes along the way. I’m thinking about the way being married has made me a braver person. How David makes me buy international plane tickets (not just sit on the couch freaking out about how I’d like to travel, but it’s too expensive). How he tells me that life is too short to not quit my job. How he tells me to stop worrying and enjoy what we’ve got.
So when I look back at our wedding day, I see a gift. Because if that one amazing, beautiful day laid the foundation for what I’ve got now, how can I be anything other than profoundly grateful?
So this is to my husband, to our not-so-new-anymore family, to us. May tonight find us with glasses of wine in our hands, laughing, and celebrating the journey. As beautiful as our wedding pictures are, these days they seem like just a glimmering hint of the blazing sunlight ahead.
Photo: Our wedding by One Love Photo (As with all of our wedding photos, I ask that you please not re-post them. Thanks.)