With our 4th wedding anniversary on Wednesday, Evan and I have reflected on the meaning of marriage–what it means to join together and build a life and a home. Over the weekend, we talked about our first place, a dusty one-bedroom dwarfed by Riverside’s historic homes. Hot water was a luxury and air-conditioning was non-existent, but we were so happy. It was within the walls of our first home that we learned how to be married. What it meant to do the dishes and to take out the trash. And to walk through a dark house with a baseball bat for the fourth night in a row. And to sit on our porch and eat popsicles for dinner.
I think about our home now. In a city I never thought I would live in. A new place with strangers and Mapquest and a big sky.
If our first home showed us that married life is blissfully predictable our home now shows us that as long as we are together, anything is possible.
You guys are awesome! Separate and perfectly coupled together.
BTW you are a writing genius!
being just 2 years behind you guys is inspiring. in 2 years, i’ve just seen life get better, i do not think i can imagine the 4 year mark. you guys are great examples for everyone around you, and i wish you the best, forever.
You two are such a well-matched pair! Congratulations on four very good years together and wishes for many more to come.
that guy needs a real television!!!
I love reading your posts. Glad you’re married and glad too, that my brother chose such a great [s]sister-in-law for me[/s] wife.
Okay, so that “sister-in-law for me” was suppose to be crossed out. I thought I knew how to do it…oh well. Hope you had a good anniversary celebration!