Monday, May 7, 2012
A Dozen Years of Bliss (Sorta)
… and the handsome stranger wooed the fair maiden with his wit, charm and bottomless bank account. They married and rode off upon their ATVs into the sunset never to have a sour word pass between them nor have a moment’s stress longer than a nano-second ever cross their path… and they lived happily ever after.
If you believe that, I’ve got some oceanside property in Arizona to sell ya!
Really, I did marry my best friend. My soul mate. My other half. Does that mean I’ve never wanted to bash my fist into my bestie’s face after an episode of pure, unadulterated aggravation? Not even. But, thankfully, I’ve more often found myself marveling at what an incredible blessing it’s been to have found a companion who has brought into my life such a dimension of enjoyment and inspiration that I don’t think I would have know otherwise.
We just celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. Our gift to each other was a stand-up paddleboarding outing (I will report about that in a post very soon. Awe.Some.) followed by some serious chowing on some southern style BBQ which fueled us up for our midnight hike to see the Supermoon.
THIS is how I want to be living life. With an adventurous partner, raising adventure-loving kids, overcoming Lazy every chance we get.
Which brings me to my real-life fairy tale which goes more like this:
… and after the handsome (albeit short-ish) stranger narrowly avoided a fist fight on their first date, the fair maiden miraculously agreed to see him again, thus starting them down a bumpy path of deep love, massive annoyance, fun adventure, scary adventure, absolute joy and delight, definite frustration and anger… all while riding/cycling/jogging/paddling off into many sunsets and sunrises together which all culminates into them living pretty darn happily ever after.