Trent and I celebrated five years of marital bliss this past weekend.
It really has been bliss, but looking back, I just can’t believe how much life we’ve packed into five years. It’s way more than I ever expected; getting Sam, and buying our first home, and me changing jobs TWICE, and Trent changing jobs for the first time in FOREVER, and then buying our SECOND home… Not to mention all the travel (six countries in five years and who knows how many states!), and all the friends we’ve watched get married, and all the babies we’ve welcomed, and the three beloved grandparents we’ve buried…
Our life has been transformed; it’s now beyond anything we could have imagined five years ago.
On top of that, when we made our “official beginning” together, we did it in my hometown, surrounded largely by my friends and family, in my familiar setting; you know – the old-fashioned way. The whole thing looked and felt very “Lisa”:
And now, I have to smile, because I think our life is actually very Trent. It’s a little quieter, a little more down-home, a little more Californian, a little more Texan.
(Trent’s father’s family were 19th Century California landrushers, by the way; I researched their family tree off headstones in the Williams cemetery; his mother’s family are from San Antonio and I’ve spoken aplenty about his legendary KATY railroading grandfather, Burgess, here before).
I’m not saying there wasn’t any before, but these days there’s more building things, more raising things, more growing things. More taking it slow; more being outdoors. More not giving so much of a damn.
Waaayyy less throwing things at the TV during sports games, and waaayyy less threatening to punch people in the neck!
Sure, you’ll never get me to give up my love of dirty dive bars and loud garage rock; you’ll never keep me out of an old decaying building and you’ll never get me to give up my dream of owning an original fastback Mustang. There are still some feisty arguments from time to time in our house where both of us wind up with our “Detroit showing”, because I’ve rubbed off on Trent, too, you know, and I consider his growing feistiness a strength (likewise, there have been some advances in marital communication that would make any UAW negotiator proud).
But overall, our days are marked by quieter, simpler things, as demonstrated by how we chose to spend our anniversary: roaming the Sierra Nevada foothills gold country around our vacation home…
I don’t think I would have ever expected this version of bliss, but that’s indeed what it is – bliss.
And I hope we have at least 50 more years of it.