As We Close Out Year Six
Six and a half years ago, a young man, we'll call him Andy, gave a girl, we'll call Rachel, a box with a ring in it over dinner. He let her open the box before he looked deep into her eyes and said romantically, "let's do this."
I agreed. We were married. I blinked. It was six years later.
On Sunday, Andy and I will celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary. I would like to share with you some of the romantic conversations that continue to go on in our house.
Rachel: You know, couples have to work hard to keep their marriages together. Do you ever think about this?
Rachel: Why not?
Andy: Because I'm not going anywhere.
Rachel: That's so sweet.
Andy: Sweet? I finally convinced your family that I don't like mayonnaise. I don't want to start that argument over with a new family. It took six years.
Rachel: How's dinner?
Andy: It's fine.
Rachel: Fine like, good? Like you like it?
Andy: Yeah, It's okay.
Rachel: Okay, like you want me to make it again?
Rachel: Well you either do or you don't. Which is it?
Rachel: Honey, I want you to be honest with me. It's the only way I'm gonna know what to make and not make. Don't worry, I'm fine. I honestly just want to know if you like it. I won't get offended. I promise.
Andy: It's not my favorite.
Rachel: (getting up)
Andy: What's wrong?
Andy: Come on...what is it?
Rachel: You don't like my cooking.
Here's to many more romantic conversations!
Andy's blissful bride