Flashback: July 2004
The German and I spent the first four days of our marriage in a hotel in South Carolina. We went to the beach, saw family, went to the movies, and relaxed. On July 26, I had to make the most difficult journey of my life (thus far), both emotionally and logistically. After our wedding in South Carolina, I had to travel to New York City with my new husband and in-laws. Although I left home for college when I was 18, leaving this time was very difficult. I felt captured by the Germans as I drove away from my parents home in van packed with all of my worldly possessions. Preparing to leave your home is emotionally draining, so I was not looking forward to leaving.
On July 26, four days after the wedding, the German and I met my mom and dad-squared at a diner for breakfast. The entire morning I had been quiet and withdrawn. When we got to the diner, my mother gave the German a big hug. "Happy Birthday, sweetie!" she said. I just starred at my new husband. I had totally forgotten his birthday! (There was a slight reversal in roles this week. My mom called on Monday convinced that my anniversary is the 23rd.)
The German and I spent our special days doing . . . absolutely nothing. We treated ourselves to dinner at our favorite restaurant for our anniversary, and today I promised not to complain about him playing soccer tonight (which is actually convenient, because it leaves me time to blog).
My feelings of captivity have certainly subsided in the past few years, well except when we bought the house. Every day I look at my husband with a bit of wonder. No matter how annoyed I may be by something he has done, I am always amazed that someone so special, kind, funny, smart and sexy loves me. For example, although it was his birthday, he made a very lovely lunch which was waiting for my when I got home. Also, I am constantly discovering something new about him. All of this makes living in Germany just a bit easier.
Happy Birthday, honey, and I hope you have many, many more.