Five Years

Five years ago today, I married my soul mate.  In a world where divorce is all too common, I am beyond proud of the relationship and marriage that Mike and I have together.  We have definitely had our ups and downs, but every couple goes through that.  In our dating years, there were a lot of break-ups (caused by me...I realize now that the majority of them happened while I was hardcore PMSing), but those were always followed by wonderful make ups :)  From the day we exchanged vows, I knew that walking away was never again going to be an option.  Whether Mike likes it or not, he's stuck with me for the long haul :)

I pride myself on our marriage.  Yes, we argue, but our disagreements are always respectful.  There are no cheap shots, no name calling, no crossing the line.  We don't bring up past mistakes that have previously been forgiven and use them to burn the other person.  Feelings still get hurt, but we are quick to forgive and move on.   We share the same dreams and goals.  We spend many an evening talking about our dream house and describing its layout.  We daydream about what we will spend our millions on once we finally win the lottery.  We talked about baby names, long before I was pregnant with Kat.

I am lucky to be married to the world's most patient man.  Let's be honest - lesser men would have had enough of my mental issues and walked away long ago.  But Mike...he's not other men.  He might not be perfect, but he's perfect for me.  I love that he can talk to anyone, anywhere.  I love that he can fix lawnmowers and change electrical outlets, but that he also likes doing puzzles and reading books.  I love that he is a wonderful father to his children - they know that they can depend on him whenever they need something.  I just love him.  Period.

Our pet name for each other is "Babe" or "Bay-bay".  We don't say it in a schmoopy-woopy voice...just matter of factly, as if we were saying each other's name.  I didn't realize how often we said it or how little we use one another's names until Kat started calling Mike (you guessed it), "Babe".  The only time she says it is when she's looking for him...she yells it down the hallway towards the bedrooms.  Sooner or later, we're going to have to point out to her how wrong it is to call your dad "Babe", but for now...it's just too darn funny.

Happy fifth wedding anniversary, Babe...here's to five (maybe six) more :)