This week David and I will celebrate our 1st wedding anniversary. My dad would say jokingly that the key to a successful marriage is two words "yes dear." My mom might say "coffee and a kiss from my dad every morning."
David and I both agree our first year felt like much longer than 365 days. I could spend this post writing about the woes of our first year, but instead I would write about what we did that allowed us to come out stronger relationally. And while I could say its duck tape and an electric screw driver to put me back together or put back a screw that was loose, in truth it was Faith, Laughter and Dancing.
Faith in the goodness of people, in neighbors that rescued our dog that got out 3 times in the first 2 weeks of work. Faith that I would be provided with employment, where I could be supported, molded and heaven help me appreciated into the damn good social worker I always knew I was. Faith that no matter what situation was thrown our direction, David and I could make it through because we had each other and a spiritual understanding why things happened the way they do and because of that it was easier to wait and accept. (notice how I said easier not easy).
This year we learned to laugh. I can't say that life was funnier, because it wasn't. But we learned to laugh at the situations because at some point they were comical as we couldn't believe that despite our best efforts everything we touched went wrong. Yet our laughter came from watching our dog instead of reality TV, 3 dollar Thursday night dates at Costco for hot dog and soda at the dog park with Potter, text messages filled with lines from the Muppet's, Winnie the pooh, dancing soda from McDonald's and the occasional sesame street reference. This combined with our new found love for the Jimmy Fallon show and Big Bang Theory made for a lot more laughter over this past year. In our life Laughter was the best medicine.
Finally, David and I danced. My grandpa Witkowski used to say "why thank you , remind me and I will dance at your wedding." It is a phrase my dad picked up as well. David and I didn't have a first dance at our wedding however, at least once a week we put out a vinyl record and play a tune. We'll slow dance to the love songs of old. If you could peek into our home some nights you can see us dancing, so in love, so off beat, so out of tune. Yet so happy.
When David and I got married I told him I wanted to be there when he no longer saw life as a Picasso, but instead as beautiful as a Monet. Our life can still be seen very much as a Picasso, crazy , unpredictable and hard to understand. However, every once in a while if we hold still, stand back and stair we see glimpses of Monet. I like to think they stand out most when we have faith, laughter and when we dance.
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