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.

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Rachel: You know, couples have to work hard to keep their marriages together. Do you ever think about this?

Andy: No

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.

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Rachel: How's dinner?

Andy: It's fine.

Rachel: Good.

(silence)

Rachel: Fine like, good? Like you like it?

Andy: Yeah, It's okay.

Rachel: Good

(silence)

Rachel: Okay, like you want me to make it again?

Andy: Maybe

Rachel: Well you either do or you don't. Which is it?

Andy: Why?

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?

Rachel: Nothing.

Andy: Come on...what is it?

Rachel: You don't like my cooking.

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Here's to many more romantic conversations!

Andy's blissful bride