Eleven Years

When we planned our wedding for September 15, 2001 we had no idea we would share the week of our wedding with what would forever be known simply as “9/11.”  I felt guilty getting married; it seemed so trivial in comparison to what was happening in the nation at the time, but life goes on.

And life has flown by for eleven years!  Like so many things – school, children, etc. – the moments can at times crawl by and it seems like we’ll be stuck in a situation forever, but then we look back and wonder where all that time went.

Phil and I are always joking, “how did we end up together?”  When he says I’m a city girl and he’s most definitely a redneck; when I love mushrooms and olives and he can’t get them past his throat; when I’d rather read or craft and he’d rather tinker on rusty junk.  But the important things – our belief in God and family, our appreciation of nature, the blessing of our children and the desire to raise them as best we can, our love for each other – these are what we have in common. 

Oh, and we both love cheese.  And bacon.  And going to bed really early because we’re both old farts.  I ask him, “what time will we go to bed when we really are old farts?”  It also helps that we make an effort to spend time together and we each think the other is HOTT (although I know he has poor eyesight).  

This week Phil took me by complete surprise and actually planned something for our anniversary!  He’s on shift today, but on Thursday while the kids were with their grandmother he and I took a day-trip to Nantucket Island, MA where we spent our honeymoon (and where I worked during high school, squirrelling away money that would eventually go for a down payment on our home).

We visited some of the same places as last time and had fun discovering new ones.  I got enough exercise to last for the rest of the year, wandering down cobblestone side streets and toting our lunch to a “just-around-the-next-corner” beach.  My poor back, hips and legs aren’t too happy with me right now but we had a great time.  I wish we could do things like that more often!

“Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away.”
Song of Solomon 8:7a