These days I look at my face in the morning and it is starting to appear a bit older and spottier and I wonder if he still thinks of it as the same pretty face he met seven years ago, wonder what it will look like in another seven years and then sometimes if I'm feeling extra dull I wonder what it might look like in thirty years. I think maybe I should start shopping the anti-aging products.
I wonder when I will stop fretting about the freckles that keep appearing on my face, no matter how much sunscreen I slather on or how many wide-brimmed hats I insist on wearing, and just let them multiply freely while he holds my hand as we walk in the sunshine. It's obvious to everyone but me that he doesn't give a shit about the damn freckles, just walk with him dammit.
We've only been married for five years and we have so much ahead of us. I mean, five is certainly a significant milestone but it's no ten or twenty or thirty. I tend to be the kind of person that dwells on a pleasant thought and gets weepy about all of the lovely things that are still going to happen. I'm a planner and I like to think about future plans and there's nothing more cozy to think about than The Plan Of Our Lives. I mostly think about how it's nice that we have so much time to grow old together and how there are so many secrets and beautiful truths that life has yet to reveal. I look forward to being surprised by both good things and bad, but always with him.
He is a better person than I am, always giving the benefit of the doubt, always assuming the best and not the worst in people. He is positive and optimistic and I am a bit gloomier and distrustful. He defuses my attitudes and I have yet to find the point where his patience wears thin.
He still can't quite remember how to order me a hamburger, even though he's heard it a thousand times, but he recalls with perfect clarity our first date and what we ordered and how the sun was just so and the glasses for our beers were square and that was a bit annoying and froofy but, whatever, he was having dinner with a pretty girl that he hoped to see again.
I am so glad that he asked to see me again.