Seven years

Seven years ago today, I stood in a park, on the ocean and agreed to commit my life to Dave.

Dave and I dated for 8 months before we got engaged and our engagement lasted for 8 months as well. We got married the day after we graduated from college. I was 22. He, 21.

Knowing what I know now, I can't believe I did that. Compared to now, I barely knew him. I often look back astonished that at such a young age, knowing relatively little about this strange man, that I made such a fantastic decision.

We were not your typical match. And we still are not. We were not in the same crowd, our friends did not know each other, our families represented different generations. Most looked on the match curiously. Wondering how long it would last. Dave and I were too wrapped up in the whole love thing to understand what the problem was. I hated that it was only obvious to us that we should be together. It made me question everything. Not that questioning everything is bad, but I wanted others to be so happy for us. In the end, I couldn't imagine not marrying him. So I did.

Now, six apartments, one baby, two master's degrees, three cities, and several jobs later, we are still going strong. Enjoying each other, learning, building this life. We are great at some things, terrible at others. Dave is a financial wizard and supports us in the most expensive city on the planet with his non-profit job. We are terrible about things like checking the oil, going to the dentist, teaching Andrew to stay away from non-Andrew approved gadgets. Lately we are working on arguing. I want us to argue well. I want to leave an argument with something accomplished. A better understanding of each other, a compromise, or me just getting my way.

There are a lot of things that I want different for us. a less urban life. More kids. More education. But there are also things that I never want to change. Our respect for each other. our silliness. our solid, dependable friendship.

so here's to the weekend of mothers and of Dave and Robyn.
Hope you celebrated well.

maybe with pizza.