6th year of marriage


March 9, 2011

We’ve been married for 6 years.

The first year we played house.

I failed at my many awkward jobs. Like being a office manager, which mainly meant on the second day of work, I was to clean out the company kitchen. Oh you can imagine all the Hot Pocket explosions that were shellacked to the insides of that tiny, cheap microwave. But instead of steel wool and industrial cleaner, I was armed with a Bic pen and and a coffee soaked sponge that looked like it had been around since before the invention of the Lean Pocket. I would dutifully clean the office crap every day, and run deposits to the bank, and secretly go to the mall. What? I needed a little retail therapy after the death-in-the-form-of-moldy-tabouli-and-taco-meat I was exposed to in the community refrigerator. I remember coming home, turning the key in the lock and thinking, Wow. I’m finally a grown up.

I was 24.

Our first year of marriage we got a dog.

Her anus would later give us much grievance, but in the beginning it was love at first sight.

Exactly one month after our first anniversary, I found out I was pregnant. And instead of rejoicing, I remember repeating the words, “I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to.”

The “to” was of course in reference to becoming a mom.

First anniversary we went to the Chart House in Dana Point, CA

I was in the midst of trying to navigate the waters of being a stellar wife, I was in the throws of trying to figure out how to be a sex goddess, and with the blink of an eye it all changed into maternity bras and hemorrhoid cream.

We wanted to travel, perhaps live abroad. If we knew that kids were so close on our horizon, perhaps we would have lived on a boat in the middle of the Indian Ocean, or vacationed in a nudist commune in Oklahoma, or taken that trip to Iceland.

Or perhaps not.

It’s frickin cold in Iceland.

But just like that it was different.

And in our second year of marriage Berlyn was born.

second anniversary I made some sort of lobster concoction at home. You can tell by the double chin and puffy face that I had a newborn baby just to the left of this frame.

By the third things were starting to get better.

We went to Hush in Laguna Beach

Fourth was average.

4th we went to the Lumber Yard in Laguna Beach

Fifth was fantastic.

5th at the Ritz Carlton

We also just had Hudson, so that’s pretty awesome.

And now sixth.

Sixth we are happy.

We are in a good rhythm.

We are finally starting to face some of the bad habits we do and make serious efforts to stop them. We aren’t always fighting. We have more air to breathe. We communicate better. Our children make us work hard at our marriage, so much harder, but they are a blessing and a joy to us.

We fit togher.

It seems like the dust is settling and we are starting to figure things out.


He’s the coolest person in the whole world, and the only one that I never get sick of.

I love his heart, his devotion, his ability to provide for us, his goodness, and his never ceasing love for me and our children.

Happy 6th year of marriage.

Whoo hoo!


You are the best. I have a sentimental lovey-dovey message for you as well, but mine will be on a card instead of a comment on your blog. but comments are cool, too. happy best 6 years of my life.

by Patrick on March 9, 2011

Yaaaayyy happy anniversary! I love the photos.

by Yellaphant on March 9, 2011

So cute. Love it! Happy 6th. Xo

by Cristil Stein on March 9, 2011

Congratulations! I loved the photos, too.

by Rima on March 9, 2011

I love it bec! Happy six years but mostly happy growing in this crazy marriage journey! Xo

by Bekah on March 10, 2011

Congratulations! Its awesome that you remember where you’ve spent each anniversary. And even more great that you’re happy.

by Carrie Braun on March 10, 2011

I kind of just got emotional. (sniff). 🙂

by melinda on March 11, 2011

Nice. Glad to hear someone’s making it work sans voodoo doll and drawer full of pins!

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