Is it just me or does a decade sound like a longer period of time than ten years? A decade carries some weight. It’s significant. It’s got some oomph. More than just years, it encompasses news, events, trends, style, music, and activities.
And yet, it passes in the blink of an eye.
The Big Man and I are celebrating a decade of wedded bliss today. Mostly it’s been heavy on the bliss with a few less blissful moments scattered around for balance. That’s the way it goes with marriage and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
We were no spring chickens when we tied the knot. I wasn’t one of those dreamy-eyed brides with visions of a Cinderella wedding. I wanted to wear red. Or purple.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any fantastic red or purple dresses, so I ended up settling on a traditional wedding dress that I purchased at a resale shop. It was a silk shantung steal-of-a-deal that had never been worn and was originally purchased from a high-falutin boutique in Chicago for several thousand dollars more than the $400 I paid. I never learned the back story behind the dress, but I’ll bet it was an interesting one.
Our wedding was a small affair with just our immediate families and some close friends. I don’t like organ music, so I made a tape of the music I selected for the ceremony and had my brother-in-law play it over the church’s sound system at the appropriate intervals. The processional included Sister Chick with the Big Man’s brother and Papa Chick and I entering to Louis Armstrong’s It’s a Wonderful World.
I had a friend use my video camera to record the whole thing and later learned that I chomped on my gum like a cow chewing its cud the entire way down the aisle.
The ceremony itself didn’t take very long. Protestant ceremonies rarely do. A couple dear friends did scripture readings, we lit a unity candle, said our vows, and badabing badaboom, we were married.
Our reception was held at a bed and breakfast inn. It was a murder mystery dinner with my friends and I playing roles and the mystery coordinator playing an incompetent server. She had Papa Chick fooled hook, line and sinker. At one point he leaned over to me and said “She better think about another career, Chick, because I don’t think this is the one for her.”
I’ve learned a few things since that hot September day a decade ago. I’d like to share them as my anniversary gift to you.
- Patience is a virtue, especially when you’re listening to a play-by-play recounting of a day on the golf course.
- Little boys never really grow up as evidenced by a grown man’s ability to find burping and other body sounds humorous.
- As Mama Chick says, “You can hold your tongue for 20 years if you have to.” In other words, not everything you think and feel needs to be expressed.
- Whenever he misplaces something, you’ll be the first person he blames.
- His and Her’s bathrooms create peace and harmony, especially when he’s responsible for cleaning his.
- You can never cook enough bacon.
- Kisses are nice, but hugs are priceless.
- Don’t plan anything on a Saturday afternoon during college football season.
- You’ll always need your girlfriends.
- He’ll always be your best friend.