"I'd miss you even if..."

I watched "The Wedding Date" tonight.  Friday nights are date nights for us, but Saturday nights are when my husband burrows himself in his music studio and muddles through his recording.  Tonight it was drums for him, so it was a DVD for me.  I stayed upstairs and watched "The Wedding Date" with my yummy, almost-two-year-old daughter as company.  It was pretty much a chick flick anyway, and she just giggled through it and wanted to play "Motorboat, Motorboat" all the way through (what, your child didn't watch 47 sessions of "Whales" preschool swimming lessons last summer?).  And to my parental credit, my girl didn't understand a single word of the more nuanced innuendo.  But she did smile whenever there was kissing.  I thought that was nice.

But I digress.

When Nick, the romantic lead, says "I'd miss you even if we never met," as the female lead holds his hand next to him as they lie on a bed, my heart sighed.  And then I sighed.  That's how I feel about my husband.  We've been married almost 16 years.  Of course we're individuals, of course we have our unique interests and peculiarities.  But beginning the very night we met (and this is truly true, truly), we belonged together, to one another.  And when I'm without him, I cannot wait to be with him again.  When we're together, I hate the thought we might be apart.  Even for a trip to the grocery store.  Or to Target.  Except that Target's pretty fun no matter what.  My husband?  Well, he watches the clock so he can get home to me, sometimes, roses in hand.  For no reason.  Just because.  Well, just because he's happy, I guess.

I'm six days away from my 16th wedding anniversary.  And when I look over at my husband, who has just now wandered into our eat-in kitchen a.k.a. home office as I write this, and he says to me, "I lump you, fishie...I'm imagining you naked," I know my life is just as it should be.

And I'm just so glad there's no missing involved, and there's no such thing as having never met.

I think that's nice.  More than nice, of course.  It's kismet or fate or destiny or whatever you might believe in.  My husband and I tend to stick to the theory that we were just pretty damn fortunate the night we met.  Circumstance and coincidence and all that.

We're six days away from our wedding anniversary, which is a particularly romantic, sentimental time.  Nowadays, of course, we have our five silly kids who tend to roll their collective eyes at our smooching and carrying on.  But that's okay.  Because for them, there's no missing either.  My husband and I have each other, and together we have our intoxicatingly beautiful children.  No "even if's" around here.  Just gratitude for another day to be together, to be a family.

Isn't that the best thing ever?

Comments

[Betty]

Thats so beautiful! God Bless what you have! It's rare in this day in age!

[Italia_biscuit]

How old are your children if you dont mind me asking :)

[Italia_biscuit]

Oh wow that post was amazing!!

[pat]

Aww! That's really cute. Happy Anniversary! I pray that things will always go extremely well for you two. Please hope that one day I find that guy...or realize that I've already found him.

[MaGGie]

I want this. :(

[chris]

That was amazingly beautiful.
Happy Anniversary.

[Beth]

What a great post! You really helped me remember what is important in life. Congratulations to you both on your 16th anniv.