In a continual sign of my impending oldness, I find myself often saying, "I can't believe it's been XX years since XX happened."
Today's installment? I can't believe it's been seven years since Kevin and I were married.
For real. Seven years? That's pretty much the longest commitment I've made to anything ever in my life. Period. There's been no habit, hobby, passion, interest, or job that's lasted nearly as long, including this blog.
Which is a shame, really, not having such a thorough record of our early years. They were full of all sorts of fun trips, silly antics, good shows, good food, and freedom. Holy cow, so very much freedom. In looking back on our story, I'm struck by how very free our days were. Is it rainy? Let's go see a movie. Feeling sleepy? Take a nap. Bored and hungry? How about an ice cream break.
(And note there's not the symphony of: "can everyone find their shoes right now; don't hit your brother; did everyone push their pee-pees out?")
There's a funny kind of nostalgia that accompanies remembering the early years. It's at times very sad: oh, so much lost! so much given up! to be so young and carefree again. And, other times, it's filled with relief: those days, while oh-so-fun, were somewhat adrift, bereft of purpose and meaning and cohesion. We were together, but not yet a family.
But together! And so, in celebration of our seven years of marriage and our nearly 10 years of romance, I thought I'd reconstruct a few blog entry excerpts from the past.
January, 2002:
I told Kevin I could eat more ice cream than he could. He thought I was nuts. Nope, just a really quick eater.
February 15, 2002:
Best. Valentines. Day. Ever.
(jellybeans + Toulouse-Lautrec + Claudio's + engagement)
March 31, 2002:
Kevin asked me to marry him, just after The Simpsons was over. I said yes. I should have said, "I choo-choo-choose you."
June, 2002:
Family visit went well, I think. Kevin's not asked for his ring back. Yet.
October, 2002:
"Amy, how does Socrates sleep?"
"Um, on his perch?"
"Not on the bottom of his cage?"
"OH MY GOD! SOCRATES IS DEAD!"
(We left the parrot for our roommates to find. I think we had classes to teach that morning. The cage stayed behind for months, and provided a great place for cozying up.)
November, 2002:
Within 10 minutes, the Davis Thanksgiving Dinner was done. Over. Kevin was still on his appetizer. And he wondered how I won that ice cream eating contest.
February, 2003:
We hiked Eno River in the snow today and spent hours tossing snowballs in some sort of curling game. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
March, 2003:
At some point, the conference at Sea Frolic dissolved in a jam band.
June, 2003:
COTTON CANDY BLIZZARD. NEW HAMPSHIRE BORDER. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
June, 2003:
Kevin's been burning cave crickets again. It's only a matter of time before the entire place goes up.
September, 2003:
What better time to register for our wedding than during a hurricane? None, if you ask me.
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