Four years ago, I made a really good decision, I married this really dorky, Star Wars loving, pork-is-my-favorite-food, book-reading, financial-brained Canadian. Today, I made another great decision, I bought him a cleaning lady.
Sitting in my hair dresser’s chair yesterday, she surprised me with news of her recent engagement. I shared with her the same advice I received – “hold on to that post-engagement feeling as long as you can”. It is that three month, our-life-is-just-beginning phase that comes and goes so quickly and is inevitably fogged over by questions like, should we have beef or chicken…or both?
In the midst of the conversation, I felt somewhat sad thinking about my decision to buy C a cleaning lady for our anniversary. Was it too practical*? Is it the beginning of the end of romance? Shouldn’t I be showering something in roses? Maybe I should be pulling out the pole dance skills?
And all of those things would be nice.
But a cleaning lady…that is going to be like taking this kid to Disney World. All these brooms, mops, and vaccums being moved around and he gets to go to the ball (or maybe its hockey).
A few months ago, lying in bed, my feet were cold. I slipped my bare feet into his socks – his feet were also still in his socks. I asked him, isn’t this great? This is exactly what marriage is like, my feet in your socks. Today I get all nostaligic looking back at the wedding photos, how young we looked and how we had no idea what was lying right ahead of us. Four years later, we’re a bit weathered, a little less naive, and probably a bit more practical. But everyday I look at him and think, my god, I really made a fantastic decision.
And my feet are much warmer.
