“Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes/
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear/
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes/
How do you measure? Measure a year?”
~ Seasons of Love by Jonathan Larson
Today we celebrate 15 years of marriage.
22.5 years since our first date.
5000 dead goldfish.
One cancer diagnosis.
Two mental health crises.
How do I measure it?
Monty Python references.
Our table that you made by hand.
Laughing with our eyes across the table as the kids talk about stuff we don’t understand.
Cuddling on the couch.
How my head fits perfectly in crook between your chin and your shoulder.
Counselling to rebalance our relationship.
Learning to talk to each other about stressful things.
Never leaving without saying I love you, even if we are fighting.
Quiet coffees in the kitchen after the kids leave for school.
Sharing memes that no one else finds funny.
It’s easy on social media to perform the happy couple and bask in the glow of congratulations by others.
A year ago, we were struggling to communicate, and that was how it felt – performative.
Six months ago we decided to prioritize our marriage, and began counselling to rediscover our balance.
Today, we choose joy and harmony. We choose to celebrate the good and the bad and the ugly and the beautiful that make us.
Happy anniversary, my love. You are still my favourite. ❤️