8 Years, Thus Far

Trent and I once had a conversation with a priest friend who told us that there are certain “crisis years” in any marriage:  year 1, year 3, year 7, and when your last child leaves for college.  Today is our 8th anniversary, so crisis averted!  Year 7 is supposedly the year when you get bored with each other and Fr. Price’s advice was to find a shared hobby.  I’m not sure that we did that specifically, as the sailboat at this point in our lives is more of a Trent hobby, but I think we’re on the right track.  At least we spent the better part of the past 2 years talking about what hobby to pick, so that at least gave us something to discuss.  I think we’ve kept it interesting.

We always try to take a picture on our anniversary, freezing one moment to compare to the previous years where we inevitably look like babies.  That’s us tonight at our celebratory dinner at Lupe Tortilla, and as we realized during the meal, not our first anniversary dinner at that restaurant.  I mean, they have really good fajitas.  Plus if you go at little kid dinner time, 5:30, it’s still happy hour.

What amazes us both more than being married for 8 years is that next month we will have been at our church for 8 years.  There are a few things that make me really feel like an adult in life, but knowing that we found a church together, joined, and have been members through joy and absolute calamity, makes me really feel like we’ve reached a new level of adulthood.

Trent, I’m still happy to be married to you and, if anything, it seems like an ever better decision now than it did 8 years ago.