I met my husband 12 years ago - at a bar - in New York City. We started dating immediately (wink wink), then spent the next eight years relatively carefree, enjoying life as we navigated the murky waters of dating, co-habitation, engagement, marriage, mortgages and ultimately, parenthood in 2007.
My husband has loved me chubby, fat, less-fat, slimmer, chubby again, really fat,
really fat and pregnant, back to just really fat, not-that-fat-but-could-be-better and now, super fit and finally
happy with myself. I really don't give him enough credit for his unwavering ability to remain calm during my melodramatic mood swings. How a level-headed financial writer ends up getting married to a batshitcrazy drama queen like me, I'll never fully understand, but thank God he did. (I know my parents are enormously relieved...)
To celebrate his 40th birthday, we spent Saturday
night - ALONE!- in a hotel in New York and partied like old times. Nope, this is not a post about regretting the ridiculous amount of food and booze I consumed this past weekend, (okay, I DO regret the hangover, but I expected it), rather it's a post about how thankful I am to have a chunk of history with someone, that in many ways, I've grown up with; and that we got a precious 24-hours alone together to play like our twenty-six and thity-year-old selves. (Though this was a much more adult affair than the all-you-can-eat Buffalo wing party he had for his 30th birthday.) We ate, we drank, we talked and talked and talked, we laughed...a lot. Life is so hectic that we often take each other for granted. Every couple does. Now that we actually have to be responsible, it sure was nice to take a little break from reality. The best part is, this was exactly what he wanted to do for his birthday, and
I feel so lucky to be married to a partner that still, after twelve years, loves to do stuff with just me.
Happy Birthday baby. Your next 40 years are going to be even better.
(P.S. You promised you'd start doing abs with me. I'm holding you to it. I'm not wasting my new hot body on a decrepit old man with a beer gut...)
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| Thirty and twenty-six in January 2002- Boozy, happy people. |
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| Thirty-six and forty in January 2012 - same story, better clothes. |
