Today is my 9 month wedding anniversary. I’ve been so busy with all the book stuff (ordering copies, reviewing, trying to make last minute changes, and sending frantic emails to all sorts of suppliers, trying to fix tiny mistakes) that this anniversary kind of just snuck right up on us.
I’m sure most people don’t celebrate their 9 month anniversary. However, we’ve already established that Ryosuke and I aren’t “normal” (whatever that means).
Ryosuke and I decided last night that our marriage is officially as old as a tiny human. We both laughed – but later that night, I let it sink in.
Our marriage could be a baby.
In fact, our marriage kind of is our baby. We feed it, take care of it, love it (and each other), and make sure to take time out of our busy schedules to emotionally nourish this marriage.
I blogged about it a bit when we first got engaged, several people asked (sometimes offhandedly sometimes as a joke) if I was pregnant. Because why else would we get married so quickly? Right out of college? Sorry to break it to you, but babies are not coming out of me for another 4-5 years.
On one hand, nine months seems like no time at all. It’s less than a year. Only a couple months. In the grand scheme of things, how much does one year actually matter? Ryosuke and I have already decided we’re going to live to be over one hundred (me, 101 years old and him 106 years old), so we will have another ~80 years of marriage together to celebrate. That is, you know, if life goes according to plan (and it never does). When you think of it that way, nine months isn’t long at all.
But on the other hand, nine months is a long time. You can do a complete 180 with your life and career. You could go across the world for an internship/study abroad program and watch your values, beliefs, and expectations about how the world should work completely unravel. You can physically grow a tiny human from start to finish in your stomach (if you happen to have a uterus).
I’m all up for another excuse to celebrate, though. So today we’re going to celebrate the fact that our marriage is as old as a tiny human. Go us!