So today it was four years for Amanda and I--its hard to believe its all gone by so fast. From our time in Rochester New Hampshire to our abysmal apartment in Disgusta to our now beautiful house in Fairfield; from two jobs we both despised to moving to a new state to Amanda struggling for a year to find a new career--its safe to say we've been through a lot together. Amanda is a saint dealing with all my OCD fits and bouts of depression, and I (for the most part, I must admit) "encourage" her with her "motivation" issues. Amanda's Godfather Uncle Hugh married us four years ago today at Prince of Peace Lutheran Church. On the night before the wedding, while we ate fried calamari at the Olive Garden and he divulged his and Aunt Lois's voracious sexual appetite after almost 50 years of marriage (awkward), he gave us some precious advice:
"Everyone says marriage is a 50/50 deal . . .but that's crap. You give 99% of yourself, and you expect 1% back. And your spouse gives 99% of their self, and they expect 1% back. If this happens, its just magic . . ."
We're still pretty naive--after all, we're still technically newbies at this whole marraige thing, but I think its safe to say that we never could have imagined the amount of work that goes into a marraige--each day is a beautiful lesson and challenge in patience, understanding through love, and selflessness. And sometimes Amanda bakes, too.
We ate at the Village Inn in Belgrade Lakes, and Amanda got "Great Pond Chicken," which was delicious (she always lets me try her stuff!) A breaded chicken breast with roasted red peppers, goat cheese (hi Sarah!) and prosciutto. I got 1/2 of a roasted duck with a Thai-lemongrass glaze. Delicious--and believe it or not, for the second time in as many weeks, I TOOK SOME HOME! I must be really sick or something. We went all out . . .I got clam chowder and Sally got French Onion Soup. We got fresh baked bread. And we feasted on peach bread pudding for dessert. We love the Village Inn for our anniversary---for a brief moment of time WE get to pretend WE are retired stockbroker VP's from Florida, wearing pink Polo Shirts, seersucker shorts, and bright green Crocs with white gym socks too. Its fun. Oh yeah, and the view of Long Pond is priceless.
A busy weekend ahead--Hank the Crank is leaving bright and early tomorrow morning in the big maroon truck, destined to Fairfield for his autumn Maine adventure. Fun stories to come I am sure
6 comments:
Cha Cha says
SOunds like fun time was had,
Havefun with Hank the Crankster....
you weren't with unlce hugh the night before your wedding, you were at your rehersal dinner...geesh even i knew that
Congratulations! The very fact that this early in your marriage you have figured out that it is hard work bodes well for your lives together.
Happy Anniversary! I can't believe that was 4 years ago, I'm goin to Margaritas to evaluate.
you are one lucky bastard... how have you kept her fooled for four years? congratulations! xoxoxo
I laughed out loud at this part:
"for a brief moment of time WE get to pretend WE are retired stockbroker VP's from Florida, wearing pink Polo Shirts, seersucker shorts, and bright green Crocs with white gym socks too."
you crack me up
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