05/28/2026
While Saturday was the 5th anniversary of our beautiful doggos bringing our people together to celebrate our wedding, today is the 20th(!) anniversary of our first date.
I wrote some really good stuff on our 10th anniversary, so this is an updated edition, I guess. I was so nervous before the date that I pounded two beers beforehand at a friend’s apartment. He asked me about plans for the solar eclipse over a decade later, and I remember being so thrown in a “let’s just see how this meal goes” kind of way.
In the intervening twenty years between that day and today, things have not been perfect. We've fought and struggled almost to the breaking point. I’m grateful that I can say that fighting has gotten less frequent each year, though we’re still human, so still capable of hurting each other, but also capable of communicating, apologizing, and learning through the hurt. We've seen each other through the real and figurative losses of friends and family, and we're still adjusting to life without our beloved Porter. Each time we thought, “We figured it out!” we changed.
It would be nice and shiny to say that we've come through it all together and are on the other side. But that would also be wrong. Because we're not done. We have come through a lot and grown up a lot over the past 20 years. And because our first two decades haven't been perfect, it would be silly to think the next two will be.
But we come to each other with open eyes. We recognize and honor our imperfections, and we do the best damn job we can to show up and honor each other as we are. We make each other laugh pretty much every day, mostly in a laughing-at-each-other way, not that sugary laughing-with-each-other way. We talk to Jeanie and plan our comings and goings around her needs. We push each other, and comfort each other. We respect each other and embrace individual authenticity, even when it doesn't align with personal preferences.
In essence, we work hard to live, love, and work together and celebrate the days when it's easier than expected. Tonight we went out for a highly sought-after reservation at Pusadee’s Garden, and it was lovely. I’ve been wanting this 17-ingredient salad for over a year, and it did.not.disappoint. I surprised and delighted him by noting that something on the menu sounded like Klingon. “Even after 20 years, you can still surprise me,” he said.
I can't say Nathan is the love of my life, mostly because platitudes annoy me, but also because Porter and Jeanie possess that title. I can say 'I love you' in a way I didn't know was possible. I can say thank you for loving, trusting, and respecting me as I was, as I have changed, and especially when I make it difficult. Happy Anniversary. MFEO.