My Kite String Holder

Mike and I have always celebrated our anniversary on March 16th. Technically, our first date took place on March 15th, but we stayed up all night talking so our anniversary is a blend of the 15th and 16th. You can read about how we met here.

Today is our nine year anniversary of our first date. Over the past nine years, we have come to learn a lot about each other and our relationship together (obviously). We have watched other couples' relationships and made note of how we definitely don't want our relationship to be (name-calling, jealousy etc.). We have picked out the positives from relationships we admire and tried to incorporate those aspects into our own. One thing that Mike has become very, very good at is controlling me. And not in the negative way.

I have a tendancy to be flighty. And I don't mean "stupid" flighty - I mean it in the sense that I am all over the map. With my thoughts, my words and my actions. I change topics in the middle of a sentence. Good grief, I change thoughts in the middle of a think. I find myself carrying a basket of laundry downstairs to start a load and I re-emerge from the basement an hour later because I decided to re-arrange the pantry. I jump on ideas or plans and I run like the wind with them until I change my mind again.

Over the past two years, I've started referring to Mike as "my kite string holder". Just like a kite, I have my highs and lows. I dip up and down, going where the wind carries me, changing my direction in the blink of an eye. This can refer not only to my interests, but also to my moods and state of mind. I can be happy and bouncing the one minute and then an empty jar of mayo left in the sink (when it should have been rinsed and put in the recycling) can send me into a flurry of gnashing teeth and tears faster than the speed of light.

Mike is my constant. He is always there, patiently waiting for me to snap out of whatever mood I'm in or to finish devouring whatever my obsession of the moment may be. He is always calm, always forgiving and always waiting with a hug. He is the grounded one, gently leading me in the right direction and never letting go. He reels me back in when I need it. I am safe because I know he is the one holding the string of my kite.

Happy anniversary, Babe. Muah.

I posted this video on last year's anniversary post and I didn't make a new one for this year (because, really, it would be the same thing with a few pictures tacked on the end). Babe, we definitely are "better together".