It has been a busy week around my house. Work has been busy, the kids have had busy schedules, we are still trying to wrap up hay season, so there hasn't been a lot of time for just hanging out and enjoying eachother's company. With all this commotion, it was hard to take time to celebrate our anniversary.
On Wednesday, we celebrated 9 years of marriage. Not a milestone year, but one that deserves a celebration because we've certainly had our trials. My work day on Wednesday was relatively calm, and I even took off early to get my hair cut. Because of this though, I was running about half an hour behind schedule to get home. We had decided to just have a simple dinner out in Lawrence and to take the girls. No, not very romantic, but with leaving for Orlando, I wanted to make the most of what family time we had. The girls are pretty scheduled kids. I usually get home at 5:30ish each day and I hear nothing other than "I'm hungry" and "What's for dinner?" until I get something pulled together for them to eat. Since I was running a little bit late, by the time I walked in the door you'd have thought our kids hadn't been fed all day. We quickly got them cleaned up and ready to walk out the door. We live 20 minutes from the outskirts of Lawrence, and 30 minutes from any restaurants. By the time we got there, the girls just knew they couldn't make it another minute. We quickly ordered and soon were able to have a normal (meaning all of the usual arguments and grumbling) family dinner. This was undoubtedly, the least romantic anniversary celebration thus far. We vetoed presents and flowers for the budget's sake, and had a rough start to the week with some arguments. Top that all off with a dinner of bickering and complaining and needless to say, love was not in the air.
After we got home and got the girls to bed though, we were able to talk a little bit. Over the summer months, this is pretty rare. M leaves for work each day at 6am, gets off work at 3pm and goes straight to the hayfield. He is there until 10pm on an early night, but until 12am or later much too often. I take total charge of the morning routine since the girls aren't up until after he leaves, and the evening routine since he isn't home yet. Working full time and being a kind of single mom will wear you out, and even on the nights he gets home around 10:30, I am usually asleep. This pace keeps up from mid May clear until the end of September. It isn't that we don't want to talk or connect with one another, reality is just that there simply isn't time, or that at some point, sleep becomes more valuable. Of course, there are a handful of rainy days in there at some point, but it seems more often than not he has to fix something that has broken down in the field, or just try to get caught up on the neglected things like mowing our yard, and all of his on the side plumbing projects. So, we were able to have a conversation and it was a nice refresher on why I really am in love with him.
We fight like nobody's business. We are both stubborn and will argue about the silliest of things. In most other ways we are polar opposites. So, our life has, and always will have, endured some conflict. But, with all of those differences, he is still the person that knows me the best in this world, and that brings out every single one of my good characteristics. He loves me unconditionally and without fail. Even if those butterfly, I'm so in love feelings aren't present after all this time, it is great to have an absurdly mundane night and have them flitter by out of nowhere. There isn't even a good way to describe it, I guess it is just a love thing.
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