Seven years ago, I said, “I will.”
I’d always imagined I would say, “I do.” But, that’s not what happened. “I do” wasn’t the right response. The officiant asked, “Will you, Kami, take Seth to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you take him to Red Sox games? Will you take care of him when he doesn’t feel good? Will you let him take care of you? Will you stop getting pissed at him for cleaning the apartment at 8am on Saturday mornings? Will you go camping more? Will you be nice?”
I said, “I will (try to do all of those things but I’m telling you right now, I refuse to learn to drive stick).”
And so it was written. And so it was sung. At our wedding reception. By a band second only to The Beatles.
Seth doesn’t get much air time around here. His privacy is important to me. But there are some things that I would like to put on public record.
Behind every great woman, is a great man. Everyday, I strive to be a great woman. I have a long way to go, but that’s my goal. And I am insanely fortunate to have a man who is already great, holding my hand. Pushing me along. Challenging me. Laughing at me with me. Loving me.
I’m incredibly proud of what we have. What we have built. Sure, we’re totally co-dependent and do pretty much everything together. But, there isn’t a person on Earth I’d rather be with at any given moment. And just to be totally transparent, this whole working mom shtick? Yeah, there’s no way in hell I could do it without him as my partner in crime. He has taught me how to prioritize. He calls me on my histrionics and alarmism. And, honestly, he’s way more of a feminist than I am.
And though it’s taken seven years, he has finally illustrated for me what is means to be in a marriage. We are a united front. Even when we disagree. Or when one of us is being a crazy, screaming, banshee bitch. Or when one of us forgets to run the dishwasher or put our growing pile of clothes away or…ahem…bathe our children. Or when one of us accidentally spends $5000 on moving costs because she booked an incompetent charge-by-the-hour mover. (Honey, it will be completely different this time! Promise!)
And especially when one of us shirks parent-child swim class responsibility every week because s/he really, really, really doesn’t want to shave.
Trust me when I say we make a great team. He’s an awesome swimmer.
Also, as the years go by, I feel infinitely less guilty about the way I chased him down, stole him away from his then girlfriend, and forced him to be mine. What?! Tall, dark, handsome and smart as shit ain’t that easy to come by these days.
Seth is my touchstone. He’s my home. He is my love.
Happy anniversary, Babe. So far, the long haul has been pretty damn good.
Love you forever and forever, love you with all my heart. Love you whenever we’re together, love you when we’re apart… (please forgive the sap.)