Not Sure What to Call This....

I am married to an idiot. 

My husband is also married to an idiot. 

We are, literally, a couple of idiots. I should really use a word that begins with A & ends in HOLE, but my parents still yell at me when I cuss so IDIOT it is. I could explain our idiocy-ness (totally a word) in many ways, but I will use one of the most recent examples: Our 10 year wedding anniversary was August 12. It came & went, pretty much like any other day. He went to work & I stayed home with the girls & the other 3 children I volunteered to watch that day. We went to dinner, but took the girls. We reasoned they were part of the first 10 years of our marriage, so why shouldn't they join us? We had a nice dinner, came home, & put the girls to bed. Happy 10 years....Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my girls & am thankful to God every day for the miracles they are. 

August 12, however, should be a day reserved just for me & my idiot partner. August 12, 2000 was a day we pledged to love each other in spite of all the crap that may come our way. And, believe me, there's been a lot of crap. It has frustrated me every day since that we didn't make the day OUR day.Ten years of marriage is a big damn deal these days. Hell, making it past two years is a miracle it seems.

I mentioned the crap, so let me elaborate a bit: major surgery 3 weeks into our marriage, moving 6+ hours away from family & friends for a while, 5 years of infertility & treatments, depression, 2 difficult pregnancies, more depression, countless squabbles & fights over countless stupid things....We've even contemplated giving up. 

But we haven't. We have weathered the storm that has been our 10 years of marriage. We fight hard, we love even harder. We cuss at each other under our breath (Or is that just me, baby?! Whoopsie.). We slow dance in the kitchen & in the aisles at a Dave Matthews Band concert at Wrigley Field. We watch baseball together & he explains to me for the 300th time how to figure a pitcher's ERA. He takes the passage of gas to an Olympic event; you can read about that here. I, on the other hand, am especially adept at the ever popular hissy fit. One gets annoyed at the other when we feel we are carrying more of the "life load" than the other. We sing (or scream at the top of our lungs) Styx & Poison in the car together. We even have actions ---- Our rendition of "Come Sail Away" is particularly amazing. I have always loved thunderstorms, but love them even more now since they remind me of the first time I told C I loved him almost 15 years ago.... 

I have no other point to this rambling than this: I will take the rest of this, our 10th year of marriage, to celebrate US. Far too often we have forgotten to rely on the other or celebrate the other. Or thank the other member of our TEAM. I will make it a point to do these things for US. Because WE deserve it. We are a couple of idiots, but we are damn awesome idiots. And together we make an idiotic TEAM. I love you, idiot.