I know that it’s not Easter Sunday, but it’s still technically the church season of Easter and so I can still talk about Easters past.
Easter is a pretty special holiday, because it seems it’s always different. I mean, we’ve done pretty much the same thing for Christmas for the 8 years I’ve been here. And then we pretty much did the same thing for Christmas for the 20 years before that in Arizona. Same with Thanksgiving.
But Easters- Easters have been wildly different.
There was that one Easter where I was pregnant with Benjy AND sick with the stomach flu. I was so sick I spent a night in the hospital being re-hydrated.
There was the Easter when I was studying abroad- I spent Holy Week in Spain where they celebrate with parades every night. And then I came back to Leicester where a friend’s mom was in town and cooked us all Easter dinner. It was SO GREAT to be around parents again, even if they weren’t mine.
And then last Easter was spent in Wisconsin, where Benjy had his very first egg hunt.
Then there’s this Easter where we jetted off to Tallinn for some much needed time away from diaper-changing and food-caked hair and up-all-night insanity.
But the best Easter? The BEST. EASTER. That was 8 years ago today, when Olli and I got married.
I had no. clue. what I was in for. I knew that marriage was give and take, sacrifice, commitment. But I didn’t know that Olli would somehow become an extension of me. That the expression “Other half” isn’t just an expression. Indeed that “Better half” isn’t just an expression.
Olli and I have had our good years and our bad years, just like any couple. I know we’ll have some more good and bad years ahead.
But what gets us through, I think, is the commitment to the idea that we’re a TEAM. We have different roles, different strengths, different weaknesses. But we’re both working towards the same goal- 50 more happy, happy anniversaries.
Happy Anniversary, Olli. Two more years until Tahiti!