Our own personal pandemic disease
Tonight, while the world trembled in fear at the prospect of the coronavirus coming to a town near them; my wife and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary.
An anniversary is not unlike a pandemic disease.
It is overhyped for completely arbitrary reasons, we make unwise financial decisions and ultimately, despite fretting to an unhealthy degree about a future that is largely out of our control; everything remains just fine.
Until it doesn’t.
I believe that anniversaries, like pandemic diseases should be a time of careful yet clearheaded assessment. There are things that one should simply do.
Wash your hands. Smile when you greet your spouse after work. Wash your hands. Be willing to compromise. Keep the romance alive, dont be a dick, put the toilette seat down and for the love of God… wash your hands!
Anniversaries should be a sort of spiritual hand washing.
What are you doing well? What do you need to work on? Repeat.
Of course, I’m no expert. But I feel like the 11 year mark is where I have finally earned my journey man’s license. The first 10 years are just a competency apprenticeship.
We made a big deal out of our 10 year anniversary; dressed to the nine, wined and dined and danced and stared lovingly into each other’s eyes under the pale moonlight or whatever…
We went out for our 11th but it was a last minute shuffle where my mom was gracious enough to take the kids on a moment’s notice on a Monday night.
Our 10 year was Sars, the Swine flu and Y2K all wrapped up in one. But the 11th… that was Coronavirus.
We’ve been through the hype and it no longer scares us. We’ve been tested time and time again and each time we’ve come out on the other end a little dirty but a lot more wise.
Tonight, we simply were. Within is encompassed a love that stretches beyond the boundaries of what we imagined our love would be. It is the amalgamation of several thousand dirty diapers, runny noses, head bonks, nose boops, giggles and sleepless delirium. It is raw and untamed and beautiful in a way that only we could ever appreciate. It is difficult and damned frustrating and impossible in a way that only we could ever lament.
It is our own personal pandemic disease.
There is no escape, there is no cure and I would have it no other way.