Tomorrow is Nik and my tenth wedding anniversary.
I could spend this time lamenting the fact that we didn’t have the wedding I had anticipated, that I never got to be the celebrated center of attention at a big cheerful wedding ceremony. I could spend my energy feeling regretful that we can no longer fit into our wedding day clothes. I could spend this night before our anniversary pining for our youth – the pre-child simplicity and ease of the romance we once had as 20-somethings. I could look back with regret on the mistakes I’ve made, the arguments that have transpired, the days that went unnoticed, the moments that could have been better if only I had been more loving or more perfect.
Or I can live this anniversary with sheer gratitude … Gratitude for the two utterly miraculous lives we’ve brought into the world together; for the awe we both feel simultaneously and equally for the boys we are watching become men unto themselves; for the animals we have loved and watched grow old; for the evolutions we have witnessed each other experience; for the home we have created for our family; for learning unconditional love between humans; for the privilege of having been together long enough to see grey hairs and facial lines on ourselves and each other; and for the years of life we’ve been given since that day.