After I shared happy groom pictures last night, I couldn’t resist diving into the archives for mine. He was a happy man, even if he had some idea of the trouble he was volunteering himself for.
We were just babies, but that was just fifteen months ago. It does feel like years. Life has a way of forcing us to sink or grow up – often in ways we thought we had covered. Sadness speeds the process. So does poverty.
Within a few short weeks after our happy bride and groom pictures, life kicked us in the face. I was all sorts of emotional. Bless that man. My husband had graduated from college a year and a half before I had; the extra time living in poverty had made him more resilient. He had learned that even if you didn’t have a penny to your name at the end of the month, you had made it through one more time.
We didn’t know whether to seek help or keep our mouths shut, so we mostly kept our mouths shut. The needed cash always turned up right before – once, hours before – we had to pay it – in the form of a side job, a belated wedding gift, a check from a friend who had just received her military bonus. I don’t know if people realize how much casually handing us twenty bucks helped. “Take your wife out to lunch.” Actually, we’ll probably buy this month’s groceries with that. But thanks.
Maybe someday we’ll share more about last year. For the moment, we’re poking our heads out of the woods, but a little too close to look back. Life has kindly let us turn our backs on it for now.
And it gets better. Even if life doesn’t, marriage does. Or it should. A few moments ago, hubby took off to purchase step ladders (he’s absolutely giddy about it), and I called frantically a few moments later because WE NEEDED COFFEE. He agreed to pick it up on the way home, and full of gratitude and melodrama I told him, “I’ve never loved you more.”
If we’re giddy and annoying and silly, it’s because we spent a year in the dark. We hope we’ve aged gracefully. We learned to say every day, “I love you and I’m glad we did this.” I would rather eat Ramen with you than feast with anybody else.
It’s too soon to tell, but it seems that our long winter has lifted, just in time for fall.