Glad To Be Married

You know, when you've been married ten years like my wife and I, it's very easy to start taking things for granted. You can fall into a kind of automatic setting where you are two highly efficient, yet highly impersonal machines. Working towards the same goal, yes; Communicating the day's events, important meetings and appointments, deadlines for bills, information about how the kids are doing, Absolutely. But efficiency can be blinding, especially when the ride is going smoothly. People have a tendency to space out on long stretches of highway with few bumps and moderate traffic.

As is often the case, it took the tale of another person's marital dysfunction to really hammer home how...well...functional my relationship is. Abby and I don't agree on everything, and sometimes we annoy each other. We are very efficient,but in addition to this, we also take time to talk to each other about politics, religion, life, personal ambitions, fears, and hopes that we each have. We're silly with each other from time to time, and we still take the time to have a good argument every now and then (which is actually a healthy function of relationships). We have a few shared recreational interests too, and shared recreational interests are always good for bonding.

My wife is my best friend. She is my comrade in arms. She is the only adult I know that I would trust with the keys to the nuclear detonator I keep in my basement.

I apologize if this post was too sappy for you; I just think that it's important to take a moment to appreciate how good you have it when you actually have it good. When we were born, the guaranteed experience of [even occasional] happiness was certainly not one of the things that was written into our contracts.