Seven years of marriage, or, "Will you snowboard with me?"

Wendy and I are different creatures.  We laugh at different jokes, games, foods, etc.  I’m sure that this is all quite normal.  But for a couple of years, we had some interesting discussions about what we had in common.  If someone were to ask me, “So what do you two have in common, that you love to do?”, I’d have paused, before giving the answer.  Wendy and I have such different talents and interests, that finding that thing was sometimes a little difficult.  We loved each other.  We had that in common.

When Roxie and Reagan were born, we, all of a sudden, had some intense moments in common.  Roxie and Reagan were born with TTTS (most of you can recite this story by heart), which is a deadly and dangerous disease for newborn twins.  When your children suffer, sometimes it can really bring you together as a couple.  Wendy and I supported each other and really became quite fond of those light-as-a-8-sticks-of-butter children.

I dragged Wendy out of the house, kicking and screaming, one day.  She was going snowboarding for her first time.  I think we made it down a slope, maybe twice…for the whole day.  There was stress.  She was frustrated, because the board kept slipping from underneath her.  I was frustrated, because I had imagined myself teaching Wendy in such a way that she would just get it and she’d love it.  It worked out much better on paper than in real life, because it turned out that she got a little beat up on the hill.

I got her out a second time and a third.  It seems that by her 4th time of snowboarding, it was Wendy that was orginizing our trips.  She was really taking to it.  Soon, she was scouring eBay for discounted passes, so that we could go for another Saturday, while Kristi, her sister, watched the kids.  This was a husband’s dream come true.  Co-workers would ask how I got my wife to get into snowboarding.  I couldn’t say, because I didn’t know what it was that really got her into it.  Patience, I guess.

But the point to all of this, is that now Wendy and I had a past-time in common.  She started buying up gear, buying passes, and demanding that we go boarding.  We love snowboarding.  We look forward to snowboarding.  We even watch snowboarding on TV.

So as the years go on, we have found more and more things in common (not only snowboarding) and enjoy doing things together.  I couldn’t ask for more in a marriage.

Today, Wendy and I have been married for 7 years.  It’s sort of a magical number.  It’s a good, healthy indication of a good and healthy marriage (or intense stubbornness, which isn’t a bad thing, either).  I’m happy that my wife snowboards, but even more so, that she loves me.  I look forward to many years of going to the local ski resort with her.  And when we get old and decrepid and our snowboards are more of a liability than anything, we’ll always have our snowboarding videos.

Oh, and our children.  We’ll always have our children.

Happy anniversary, Wendy.  I can’t wait for the snow to fall.

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