It has been ten years, 3.650 days of marriage to my very own Ricky Ricardo. Listen, I took that quiz and the results are final my TV husband is clearly Ricky Ricardo! So just get over it, man!
10 years though, seems so LONG, and yet so not. In 10 years things are both comfortable and exciting, familiar and unknown, but goodness, things are still magic!
In this past decade we have studied one another and learned each other and found that we still like each other! I know the sound of his ankles cracking with every step in the morning, I know he will drink straight from the faucet EVERY.TIME, I know he will not call a bowl of ice cream finished until he has curled his little finger around the entire inner circumference only to lick up the minuscule remnants in some sort of grand finale.
I know that EVERYDAY he will finagle his schedule to optimize time with his family. I know the amount of creamer to put in his coffee and he knows mine, I know that mayonnaise is to be used in sparse amounts, and that ham is considered superior to turkey.
He pain-painstakingly taught me how to cook. This is not a joke, I was a dismal mess in this department, the kitchen was my kryptonite! Now he knows that pigs shall fly before I let him close to my new grill, well outside of assembling it for me... But let us be true to ourselves... I could have assembled it myself, for I build robots, but he just really likes to be helpful, so I let him... #sacrifices
I know he needs to say words and lots of them, he knows I have few words and like it that way. He knows that during his daily unloading of words (some may call them conversations) that I will only hear 60% and only remember 30% of what he says.
This sort of word intentionality training clearly needs more than 10 years.
He has taught me that jam is better than jelly, that homemade is the only way to go and that pies trump cake most every-time. He has brought me to the dark side of spicy foods and back again. I have taught him that all Little Debby snack cakes are not from the pits of Hades, that a nutty bar or a raspberry zinger every once in awhile are good for the soul and not the demise of society as a whole.
I have learned that he is incapable of passing roadside trash without scoping out the possibilities. I know which things will be in my garage as I pass them first on my way to work knowing that when he passes them He. Will. Stop.
I knew then and I know now that I married the exact right man for me. He is my person and I know him and love him!
