I am the first to admit that I am a sap. A sensitive, prone to cry at tissue commercials sap. So it should come as no surprise that I have a tendency to make even non-emotional things into teary moments. My latest silliness is to apply the phrase, “the year I was engaged” (or the “the year we were engaged”) to everything. For example, this is the Christmas we celebrated the year we were engaged. We saw West Side Story for my birthday the year we were engaged. The Christmas tree fell down when a neighbor’s cat snuck into the house and remained undetected for two days the year I was engaged. Yeah, it’s weird.
On Monday, I celebrated my birthday. I am now 34 - the same age I will be when we get married in May. The realization made my stomach flip flop in the most pleasant way and I know that starting in a few weeks everything is going to be all about the “year we got married.” One thing I’m really excited to say is, “President Barack Obama was inaugurated the year we got married.” Here are some things I am hoping to say:
- The stock market and worldwide financial crisis turned around the year we got married.
- The feds lowered interest rates on new mortgages to 4.5% the year we got married.
- The weather was lovely on May 2 the year we got married.
- More states began allowing ALL people to marry the year we were married.
What do you hope will happen in 2009?
December 22nd, 2008 at 5:42 pm
I’m hoping for all those things, too, but especially for the good weather on your wedding day part…other than maybe 2-3 minutes of rain, just for the luck part.
As for me, I feel like I hit such a jackpot in 2008, that it’s hard to feel like I should ask for more in 2009. But I hope it’s a year in which I get to enjoy, even more, everything I’ve got in my life, including amazing friends like you and Don.
Here’s to 2009!!!
January 12th, 2009 at 2:33 am
Damn you Susan. Damn you for making me feel sappy in the year you got married. Or maybe it’s just the weed and the sleeping pill.
December 15th, 2009 at 10:35 am
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