Today we are celebrating EIGHTEEN YEARS of being married. TO THE SAME PERSON. You spend less time in jail for KILLING SOMEONE in Canada. So this is pretty significant.
The symbol for 18 years is apparently porcelain. So it was highly symbolic that we spent Sunday buying and replacing that weird chain/plug thing in the toilet. Together. As a couple. THAT is 18 years of marriage. A trip to Canadian Tire becomes a hot date.
One thing you notice about Patrick, is that when it comes to photographs, he is probably even more skilled at avoiding the lens than even I am. When the kids were small, he was always the man BEHIND the camera and rarely in front of it. Even now in the age of the smart phone, he manages to elude most photo opportunities that come up. In part this is because he has not been much of a ‘doer’ and many events and activities that have involved photos have not actually involved him.
Patrick has always been a behind the scenes sort of guy. Even at the height of the Corona: Coming Attractions success, he was not one for becoming part of the stories he told.
My kids JUST figured out why he had a pile of Wizard magazines in his office…the went nuts when they saw his name in print.
Again, hence the lack of newer photos of our quiet man.
But. This doesn’t mean he isn’t doing anything. He works hard and he will be there for you if you need him. You just have to call.
He wore the same ‘lucky’ shirt for the birth of each kid. Except for poor Scott. Yes, our marriage has survived many ups and down and heart aches. We have weathered the storms that life can chuck at you, and will no doubt continue to do so. Our kids are at the centre of our hurricane. OR rather we are at the eye, while they fly around us. Their busy lives fly by leaving us feeling bewildered and buffeted by the forces that tug them through their childhood.
Most days we feel we are scrambling to keep up. To be ‘there’ for each of them. That alone feels like a full-time job and Patrick juggles being a dad and working a lot. A LOT.
He takes his role of provider VERY seriously and we all appreciate what he does for us. We just forget to tell him and show him enough.
Thank you husband for taking care of all of us. Thank you for putting up with all our shit….mine especially.
Thank you your sense of humour.
Thank you for all the great and lively debates and discussions we have about EVERYTHING.
Thank you for shutting up and just letting me like the stuff I do – and putting up with my eyerolls about the stuff you care about.
It has been 18 years now. Perhaps they will start letting you get unsupervised day outings now as a reward for your good behavior.
Happy Anniversary Dear.