November 3, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
Mawwwage. Is what bwings us togethuh today…
Once upon a time, there was a Prince and a
Princess Queen and they were crazy in love and decided to get married. They didn’t have much, were kinda poor (odd for royals, I know) but they knew they loved one another. They were determined to make it work. Many people had their doubts about how long this royal marriage would last. Except for teh Prince and Princess Queen. That only made them more determined.
They couldn’t have been more opposite, see.
She came from a two-parent household, he came from a single parent, twice-divorced, raised a bit by his grandmom household. She was loud, boisterous, type-A and energetic. He was reserved and quiet. She had a huuuuuuuge family, He had a tiny one. She was a dreamer, always with her head in the clouds. He was practical and grounded. She was
flighty well-rounded. He was focused and driven. He’s a little country, she’s a little bit rock and roll.
Yin and yang, yo.
Fifteen years, two
kids royal offspring, three dogs, two houses kingdoms and eleven cars royal carriages later, they are still going strong. Stronger than ever. More in love than ever. Sure, they have had their ups and downs like everyone else. Nothing is perfect, everyone makes mistakes (except the Queen) and they sure have their fair share of stress. But they still HAVE IT.
Love. Commitment. Trust. Respect. Passion. “Quality Time.” (AHEM). Comfort. Joy. Care. Contentment.
Is every day tea and cakes? AW HELLZ NAW. But they are happy. And they will make it another fifteen, thirty, forty-five years.
Even if he still blows is nose in the shower.
Even if she forgets crap and is totally distracted 99% of the time.
Even if he is obsessed with cars and lawns.
Even if she is the crazy dog lady.
Even if he has more tools than anyone on the planet.
Even if she is obsessed with technology and gadgets and Star Wars and Rocky Horror.
They are going to live happily ever after. Especially after this weekend, because this weekend is THE WEEKEND. You know, the one they look forward to every year? THAT ONE.
Happy Anniversary (yesterday, because my computer is an eejit and wouldn’t post this even thought it was scheduled to) to The Guy I Live With. Can’t even begin to imagine my life without you. Thanks for putting up with my special brand of crazy for the past (almost) twenty years.
I less than three you.