We are down to a week and there is so much to do. But, the stint of living in boxes is nearly over and for that I’m ever so relieved. We have been so busy putting things into boxes that blogging has seemed meaningless. Something tells me no one wants to read real time blogging of my packing. First I opened a box. Then I taped it. I wrapped a few dishes. Stopped for a latte. Then wrapped a few more. Had a minor breakdown. Went out to coffee to recover. Wrapped a few more dishes. Then stopped to hang out with Becca. You get the idea. Not exactly fun reading.
What it is, is exhausting! Poor IZ and I walk around in this grave yard of boxes and packing paraphernalia looking more and more like zombies as the days go by. So, while lots of interesting things have been taking place I haven’t the energy to do anything other than think, “Oh, I should blog that.” That’s as far as I get before the alternative message of, “KEEP PACKING” interrupts and my eyes glaze over and I go back to putting things IN boxes. In boxes. In boxes. Boxes.
We did take a break on Thursday from all this madness to hang with Boy Wonder on his last day of school. Thursday also marked 15 years of connubial bliss. The day was an odd assortment of celebrations and on several occasions I found myself questioning my reality. “Am I really watching a 3-D movie on my 15th anniversary?” “Are we really eating at THIS restaurant tonight?” Sometimes the important moments in your life collide. It is the risk you take to have meaningful relationships. Not everything will be about YOU. In the midst of your own chaos, the ones you love often need your presence and attention. I suspect this is the mark of a great relationship–when you are willing to be present in the chaos.
So, while our big day wasn’t what we had planned, I am eternally grateful to have a companion willing to journey with me through the day. Willing to rescue a BBQ without any of the ego you would expect. Willing to shelter our child through a difficult transition even if it means sitting through the most inane movie playing in the theaters. A man willing to hold my hand through the emotions of it all–creative enough to sneak moments away in the midst of people too oblivious to know the importance of the day. A lover who remains my best friend and best example of what marriage should be. A true companion. Happy Anniversary, IZ. I love you.
