Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A Very Grinchy Anniversary

"And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons.
It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.
What if Anniversary, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Anniversary, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
(Apologies to the family of Dr. Seuss for the paraphrasing)

Yesterday was my second wedding anniversary with my dear wife Lisa . As is usually the case, I am a day later and a dollar (or several) short so my anniversary blog post comes today. Why men usually lag a bit behind in expressing their feelings I am at a loss to explain. Feel free to peruse the blog of my Twitterati friend RachelintheOC as I am reasonably sure that somewhere in her arsenal she has a blog post to explain it ad nauseum.

Circumstances being what they are for me and mine at this juncture, the anniversary passed with little, or no, pomp and circumstance. There was no exchanging of gifts. There was no romantic night out complete with dinner and dancing. What there was was our married life together. There were kids thundering about. There were meals to be cooked and chores to be done. There was me working my one night of third shift a week and so napping a fair piece of the day away. There was no ceremonial splendor but there was Life.

Life for me comes complete with my wife, two stepdaughters and my toddler terror of a son. It comes with financial shortfalls, a distinct lack of creature comforts and with much noise and mayhem. But my life it is and I would NEVER trade it away for any amount of "things". What I have is sufficient to the day because what I have is something I never expected to have again.

My personal Dark Ages denied me the prospect of happiness and home and hearth and friends and family. My wife is the cornerstone of all that is good and right in my universe now. She is, quite simply, the other half of my soul. She is all of the things that I am not. I am cynical and mistrusting and quite jaded  My wife is an optimist prone to looking for and expecting the best in people. I believe that the Good Lord helps them that help themselves. She believes firmly in the power and the efficacy of prayer. I am pretty much the, "Aww, it's just a flesh wound. Walk it off!!" type. She is a hugger and a comforter and a nurturer. When I am at my surliest and angriest and most Eeyore-like, she has the power to step in and part the clouds with the simple style and skill of Pooh. In a nutshell, she is pretty freakin' awesome and I am lucky to have her.

So while the day passed without ribbons, tags, packages, bows, boxes or bags...it was a good day because it was yet another day that I am blessed with the wondrous gift that is my wife. If there is a kind and benevolent and all-powerful God out there (and yeah, I'm pretty sure there is...just resistant to the concept of there being a Higher Power than...me) then this will be only the second of many, many more anniversaries and a bazillion or more days yet to come with her as my loving and totally wondrous wife.

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