Robert and I have been married for ten years today. Ten years. It blows my mind! And then I try to imagine what it must be like to have been married for twenty years, or forty, or sixty...and I hope that I am lucky enough to find out someday.
Ten years ago we were both PhD students. We had a kind of shoestring wedding that turned out to be incredibly gorgeous (thanks in largely to the beautiful setting-- Santa Barbara can't be beat-- and our awesome friends and family). It was like a fairy tale. A fairy tale with freshly grilled burgers, a donut cake, pink sparkly Birkenstocks, and a day spent outdoors in absolutely perfect spring sunshine. We were too broke to go on a honeymoon at the time, and it was the middle of the semester anyway. We hoped that someday we'd have a proper job or two, and be able to afford a fabulous anniversary trip.
In the decade between now and then we've both finished our PhDs, had two kids, and lived in Ohio, New York, and India. We've made offers on four houses, but haven't actually bought one yet. Robert got tenure (and tenure sleeves). Our lives have been full of homeschooling, knitting, cooking, gardening, grading, teaching, reading, playing, travelling, writing, and mixing cocktails (not necessarily in that order).
And today, here we are, in Bangalore! I'd say the past 4 1/2 months here have been a pretty fabulous anniversary trip indeed. The kids made us anniversary cards, we'll have lunch and dinner at our two favorite restaurants, watch a movie with the kids, mix a couple of gin and tonics and try to stay cool.
I am so blessed it takes my breath away. Not only have I had ten years with my beloved, the best husband and partner I could ever wish for, but together we have all of this as well. What an amazing world.