May The 4th Be With You: 13 Years + 4 More

TheHusband and I, circa 2010.
TheHusband and I, circa 2010

Dear Internet,

Today is TheHusband’s and I 4th wedding anniversary. According to Hallmark, y’all should be loading us up with fruits/flowers or appliances. I think we are in the market for a bigger food processor, so if you’re feeling kind, here’s your opportunity.

Our relationship has been fraught with adventure and surprise! We met on IRC in 1997, moved in together upon our first meeting in 1998. Broke up a year later and did not see each other again until “The Great Bang” of 2008. He commuted between California and Michigan for six months, moved in with me the summer of 2009 and we’ve been glued to each other’s side ever since.

Everything they say is true: Marriage is hard. Sometimes it is awful and terrible and it is WORK. People who say marriage isn’t work is full of bullshit. It is only when you’re committed to someone, really committed, when the facades fall away and you see their real selves that you want to throw in the towel and say, “Fuck this.”

But then marriage to someone who is mentally ill, someone who is bipolar (that would be me) then marriage becomes a fucking Iron Man of relationships. And you’re like WHY ME? And I wonder, and I have asked, why he stays because none of his is easy for him. It may only get worse. But then he tells me that there is no one else for him but me, and I know I am home.

It is literally his belief in me that everything will be okay, his almost unconditionally love of me (Just to be clear, I don’t think he would love me if I went on a murdering spree.), and how overwhelmingly supportive he is of me that keeps me alive. He can calm the crazy, he gets me off that ledge, and he gets me back to where I need to be to function. He is almost better than any drug on the planet. (Almost because I haven’t tried them all.) He is my support system and I thank whatever gods are out there on a daily basis that he is in my life.

(There is always that overarching feature we’re both too lazy for paperwork.)

And yet, here we are. To the years yet to come, may they be even better than the years that were.

So on May 4th, next year and every year after, wherever you are: Raise a glass in salute to love lost and love regained, to the impossible and improbable and to Lisa and Justin getting married.

Our wedding mix. | Our honeymoon (Yep, still missing pics)

xoxo,
Lisa

This day in Lisa-Universe: 2013, 2013, 2011, 2003

 

May the 4th Be With You: Happy Anniversary

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Dear Internet,
In all the excitement of the last six months, I forgot to mention something big:

We bought a cabin.

If you would have told us 15 years ago, when we were living not quite hand to mouth in San Francisco, one day our lives would be 180 degrees from it was then? We would have thought you were lying. I think we both would have recognized we would have end up with good lives but to the baller extent we’re apparently living up now?

Inconceivable.

And yet, here we are.

Today is our third wedding anniversary and to celebrate, we’re heading up to Throbbing Cabin to open it up for the summer. The cabin needs a lot of inside work (more like it needs to be gutted), it has no furniture or working appliances, but it’s on 1/2 acre of land, 5 minutes from five miles of white, sandy beach, and we’re in spitting distance of all the awesome places in northern Michigan.

And it’s all ours.

x0x0,
Lisa

May the Fourth Be With You

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None of the information on the card is real.

Today TheHusband and I celebrate one year of wedded bliss!

As tradition dictates the first anniversary is the paper anniversary, I decided to update my Capital One card with a picture from our wedding. Because really, who carries around paper money anymore?

We’re planning a low key night of dinner made at home (steaks, asparagus, mashed potatoes and TheHusband’s infamous trifle) and exchanging presents – to him, a stack of art books he’s been coveting. From him, a Pride and Prejudice poster. What’s vaguely funny is that neither of us knew that the first anniversary was the paper one when we started dropping hints for our gifts.

This last year has been fraught with so many life changing events (graduation, marriage, two moves(!), buying a house, obtaining a job) that I could not imagine sharing my life with anyone else. Happy anniversary pookie snookums! Here’s to many more years of pain and suffering!