The Kauffmans get smushy again– because we can.
Today is our 9th Anniversary.
No, I will not try to top my husband’s tribute to me (last post)– that was unbeatable, the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, and very much more than I deserve.
If you had to define your marriage in one sentence or one phrase– what would it be?
Ours is: Iron sharpens iron.
Even when we were dating– we had a very free to speak, opinionated, fierce, and feisty relationship. I called our fights “brawls” with a smile, because although he made me so mad sometimes I wanted to punch something… I NEVER feared him, and greatly respected that I could speak and be known in our relationship. And if I wanted to yell my point (as an immature bride), no one would fault me for that.
OR, pour water on his side of the bed when he didn’t come sleep when I wanted. (Did that twice.)
Awful bride! Whoever missed out on that one was a lucky man!
Do you know the Civil Wars songs: Poison and Wine or I Have a Friend? I think of us when we were dating, every time I hear those songs. Don’t read too much into it, just take it into consideration in a vague way.
In every way, he was my stabilizer. Even when we hit hard times, sometimes things that everyone/no one knew about. But I could always count on him to:
~ Do what was best for us.
~ Take into consideration what I thought/wanted. (He still to this day, asks for my advice on everything– things that have nothing to do with me at all. It is quite flattering…)
~ Get advice from others.
~ Sleep a few nights/weeks over everything.
~ Pray with me about things or find someone wiser than us to talk to.
~ Stick with me through it, and fight together about stuff.
~ Lead in a way that was utterly confident and manly.
And as the years have gone by…. that iron has rubbed, rubbed, rubbed…
“Are we ok?”
“You know I’m crazy about you.”
“Ha ha, did you think about it, we haven’t had a fight for weeks now.”
“I almost forget how. We are very close to perfect.”
“Ow! THAT was not adorable at all.”
“I wasn’t trying to be adorable, I was going for annoying.”
To my sister: “Yeah, I know, he was the duh one for picking me. But he seems quite happy with his choice.”
“That’s fine if you want to do chin-ups in the basement– just don’t go all ‘mid-life crisis’ on me.”
“Actually, can you please come down and watch me? It’ll go better …. And NO, you can’t iron while you are down here. Uh, Sit DOWN. You don’t have to multi-task ALL the time.”
“Seriously, your grouchiness has ruined my morning. Yesterday you made my morning with your jokes.”
“Oh, Jenny, look there on the fence post! A robin! That should make your day now.”
“That is pretty…”
“Plus you can’t count on someone else to make your day.”
“You know, the annoying, fuzzy, hovering, period that everyone uses–”
“You mean an asterisk?!”
(Ex: *breaths into a paper bag*)
“So what would YOU do if your wife became a prostitute, and went to live in a brothel?”
This was years ago and I still remember it.
“I’d come find you, and beg you to come back home.”
Over the years….
Our life together looks shiny and lovely, the constant motion of friction has brought forth a pearl of a marriage.
Today, on the first day of Year Number Nine, I call my husband the greatest gift God ever gave me. And I just LOVE and admire him to death.
Happy, happy Anniversary to us……
No more PDA posts, I promise.
I think we got that all out of our systems now.