Today is our third anniversary. Why The Missus continues to put up with me I'll probably never understand. But she does, and for that I am thankful.
In three years we have made some pretty decent headway on our to-do list together:
HouseDogKid #1- Kid #2
Looks like we need to update our list or we'll soon run out of things to keep us busy.
Lots of folks out there are looking for the secret to the perfect marriage. We aren't perfect, but I will tell you what has worked well for us so far. In short, we communicate well. We talk a lot on pretty much any topic you can think of. Drugs, sex, rock and roll, the quantity and nature of Robbie's poop over the past 24 hours -- we cover it all. We even managed to always have something to talk about while we were holed up in Boston. Have you ever spent eleven days in almost constant contact with your spouse? (Outside the honeymoon period, that is.) There are lots of opportunities to drive each other mad. But I think The Missus and I came out liking each other even more, and amazingly, even after being together for nearly ten years, I think we learned some new things about each other.
On top of it all, though, we are best friends. We were best friends from the very beginning. That's what keeps us so strong. I don't think every successful couple has to be best friends, but our relationship fits our personalities very well. When we first began dating I often mused on how different we were, and that we proved that opposites attract. I even did a psychology project on the topic. Today I see that we are not opposites at all; we are surprisingly similar. She, the daughter of liberal New York Jews, and I, the son of conservative Nebraska Christians. Whodathunkit?
And of course many of you have been pretty important in making The Wilsons who we are today. So to you, I say thanks. And to The Missus: Happy Anniversary.
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And of course many of you have been pretty important in making The Wilsons who we are today. So to you, I say thanks.
When will my check arrive? After suffering through numerous physical ambushes/assaults from you, food missiles, and other actual and psychological warfare, it is time for you to pay your dues.
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