Friday, May 11, 2012

The Gamble(r)

Tonight as we were all riding bikes back from Wilcox Park (where we'd done enough swinging and merry-go-rounding for one night), Jason yelled back to me, "Hey! Guess what today is the anniversary of?" It took me a minute, I admit, as I was watching Annie's scrawny legs pump herself up a hill, but then I knew: fourteen years ago right around that time, Jason was asking me to marry him. (Awwww.)

Now that I'm in my mid-thirties, life seems to be presenting a few new situations: having zits and wrinkles at the same time, hand-wringing over work/family balance (or returning to said career after a hiatus), watching our metabolism crap out on us and leave us with five constantly-extra pounds, and watching acquaintances and neighbors go through divorce. I've had two (freshly divorced) people lament to me recently that they should never have gotten married so young. I nodded and smiled and did not for a second consider confessing that I got engaged when I was NINETEEN.

Who knows, really, why we're going on almost thirteen happy years together and those people aren't. All I know is that we probably had no business getting married so young, and yet this morning I stood in my kitchen and bawled while I watched Fun. sing "The Gambler" on YouTube, and yet tonight we biked around town with our little family and thought for one moment about a lucky night fourteen years ago.

1 comment:

  1. I love this post. We have divorced friends now, too, and it makes me so sad, but also so grateful for our almost 11 years. Also, the mention of Wilcox Park made me smile since we got married pretty much across the street from it. :)