Marie: Did you know that the gestation period of a sea otter is 6 months? In the time that we’ve been married we could have a baby sea otter.
Mark: Wow. That’s really not a lot of time in the womb when you think about it. Cool.
And that’s why this works. Because while other people would wonder how on earth I knew what the gestation period of a sea otter was, or why I’d bring up sea otters in the context of marital unions, Mark knows. Mark knows to just go with it when Marie starts talking crazy.
In 6 months we’ve had our share of crazy. Crazy mad. Crazy bad. Crazy scary. Crazy happy.
And always crazy love. Always.
I am so proud to have spent these past 6 months as your wife. I am proud of our little family, me, you, and the cats. I love the mundaneness and small traditions we’ve already started, and that I hope go on forever. And I feel so overwhelmed when I think about how we have so many more 6-month steps in our future. I’m also humbled because we both know that we can’t take a future together for granted. That we have to always want those next 6 months. We have to work hard to make this work, we have to prioritize us to make this work.
Thank you for half a year of giggles, snuggles, Saturday mornings, political discussions, flat out political blow outs, political making up, encouragement, insight, challenges, hugs, drives to ER, letting me eat McD’s whenever I want, telling me the chicken I made tastes fine (even though it really tastes like dishwater), pep talks, morning prayer, reminding me that Lipstick Jungle was on, letting me cry on your shoulder when we found out it got canceled, and doing the boy stuff that I pretend I can’t. I really appreciate you, and love you deeply.
And since you don’t blog, and I love balance here is the list of why you are thankful for me…
Just kidding. Don’t put words in your mouth, or tell you what you’re thinking. I know.
McKinney-Oates Cereal. 6 months and still not soggy.