Two can be such a beautiful number.
How has the second year been different from the first? In many little insignificant-yet-significant ways.
We have more things, more clothes, a new bookshelf by the entryway and new upholstery in the dining room. We color our hair less. Marlon weighs less (and dresses better, if you ask me). We switched bed sides. We fight much, much less than we did in our first year, despite me being somewhat less eager to please and prove myself as a wife. In fact, I don’t remember a single fight we had this year.
We are beginning to see our dreams slowly being fleshed out into reality. We have savings (!) and earn more as a unit. We’ve rented out our spare room. We don’t spend a bomb on groceries anymore. We do Iyengar yoga for beginners on Monday evenings. Actually, we exercise together, period. (Although we swim less often.) We cook together less often, but we still do sometimes, which I find extremely therapeutic and enjoyable. We are supposed to be closer to having a baby, but we keep moving the “deadline.”
I would like to be trite and cutesy and say that the only things that haven’t changed are the love and happiness of being married to my husband. But that wouldn’t be true, because they have — they’ve grown greater and deeper, and have simply become, in a word, more.
Happy second anniversary, sweetie. I love you!
