This weekend marked seven years of marriage to the love of my life. And of course there is always some sort of indication as to why a particular anniversary feels like a milestone, seven being no exception when you consider it's a number of completion. Not to say our marriage is perfect, but that we've made it to an "us-ness" maybe, for lack of the right word. We have found our rhythm. We are more us than we are any longer just a boy and a girl who got married.
In keeping with tradition, I researched the historical and modern gifts for a seventh wedding anniversary. I almost laughed out loud when I saw the results: copper, wool, and for the modern-couple, desk sets. I thought, "These are a few of my favorite things..." (And in all fairness, I had a rather difficult time determining how I could possibly choose what to gift Trevor too.)
A list of my favorites for a year that, though circumstantially difficult, has been one of my favorites with him. Seven years is not a lot, really. I guess we technically have ten under our belts. But it doesn't feel too silly to come out on this side of seven and declare it a favorite. Cliche maybe, but it also doesn't seem silly to reiterate that he is my favorite.
This year of marriage has felt particularly steadfast, always coming back to that truth: That the stuff of life is just goings-on. There are decisions to be made and some of them we'll choose rightly, others, not so much. There are people to walk across our path, perhaps in or out of our lives for good. There are hardships and joys, rushes of emotions on opposite ends of the spectrum. All of this, I do with him. We do as "us." And none of it matters beyond that: That it's us. That in the mess of it all, I can turn to my side, and there he is--my favorite person in all the world, and the one that I need the most. I couldn't possibly choose to do this with anyone else.
An anniversary just marks the passage of time, but I like ceremony and celebration. I think the passage of time deserves to be honored. Of course, this year, we embarked on an incredible trip to the other side of the world to note our day; but our actual anniversary was a rather normal and jet-lagged day. Trevor made dinner and we tried to keep our eyes open long enough to eat it. We watched Modern Family on the couch in sweatpants and clinked glasses of red wine that would surely push us over the edge to sleep. And when I laid my head on his shoulder, all I could think was, "This is my favorite."
See all of our wedding photos at Lauren Stocker Photography.