The 12th of March was the hubby’s and my anniversary. We observed it with the usual Facebook tribute, a beautiful rose (he picks out the BEST flowers!), cards, and the umpteenth round of the “tell me again why we chose a wedding date right in the middle of Spring Break” conversation*. We didn’t make any plans to go out until the next night, when M would be sleeping over at his Honorary Grandma Lulu’s house.
So tonight was that next night, and we found ourselves with a dilemma (1) and a realization (2):
- We live in a city that neither one of us particularly likes, and because of that,
- We usually end up going to other places to celebrate our day.
Escaping our town wasn’t feasible this year for various reasons, so we had quite the discussion about finding things to do that were “us” in the vicinity. And it was tough. We’re not into most of the things our city is known for, and going the “fancy dinner and a movie” route seemed disingenuous (not to mention at odds with our dietary habits) since part of our issue with this area is that the food scene seems a bit pretentious.
[GASP! Wait a minute! What do you mean, you don’t like our fair city? It’s the best city on the planet! Everybody loves it here! And why don’t you like the things our city is known for? We’re so cool! We have music and weirdness and hipsters and more music and festivals and a vibrant downtown scene and music! And our food is awww-suhm! You must be out of touch. Or you’re old. Or you just don’t get it. Maybe you should move!]
Yeah, I know. I heard the collective protests and sighs of dismay before I even started writing this. Because truthfully, this city is full of people that feel exactly that way. And it’s okay that they feel that way. But it’s also okay that we don’t, which leads into the point I’m trying to make.
My husband and I were initially attracted to each other for a number of reasons, including the fact that we think quite a bit alike about many, many things. Tonight we celebrated the fruits of that attraction: our marriage, our friendship, our very unique relationship that is unlike any other I’ve seen, the fact that we both LIKE how different it is. We celebrated US…by not doing things we wouldn’t normally do, anyway. This is not a moral or ethical, “there’s only one right way” issue. Our marriage, as we see it, is about laughing joyously with God, acknowledging His crazy sense of humor in putting the two of us together, and just enjoying who we are individually and as a couple. And honestly, that’s what I wish for everyone: Find the truth of whom you are, and enjoy BEING it, regardless of what anyone else thinks. I firmly believe that every single person was made to reflect a facet of God that no one else does, and when you find the freedom in being whom He says you are, you shine.
I’m not going to tell you what all we ended up doing, but I will say that this Texas girl could eat those In-n-Out grilled onions by the spoonful…
[GASP! Mighty Fine/P Terry’s/Elevation/Whataburger/Hopdoddy is sooooo much better!]
Shush. Let us be. And you go be. 🙂
*In case you decide to get married on a date that falls during the week of Spring Break, you might want to rethink it. Destinations are way more expensive – and crowded – around that time, so if you’re wanting a quiet, romantic little beach getaway, or a visit to Disney World, or a ski trip, well…good luck to ya.