Sunday, July 26, 2015

Lucky Number 7

Today marks seven years since we got married.  Out of curiosity, I googled "seven-year itch". While the credible research on this topic is lacking, there are some agreed-upon reasons behind the phenomenon:

*lack of interest in each other
*the stress of raising children past infancy
*changes in the brain that usually occur every seven or so years
*pet peeves becoming intolerable

Phew . . . we're not there. Not even close.  Okay, so I wasn't worried, but my curiosity about the subject did make me think:

*We haven't lost interest in each other.  If anything, we've learned there is so much more to learn about each other. We've grown as a couple, but we've also grown individually.  I'm so interested in who Mate is as a husband, father, educator, friend, professional, etc.  I'm also completely intrigued by who he will be in another seven years.

*Yes, raising children is stressful and time consuming and exhausting. There are moments when parenting and marriage feel like they're on a crash course, but we maneuver our way through. I doubt anything will ever challenge us as much as parenting, but we're better at it together than we'd ever be apart. 

*I'm no psychologist, so I haven't got a clue what is going on in my brain or his.  I do know, we're committed to each other and that won't change, no matter what else does.

*Sure, there are things Mate does that annoy me. For example, he says "right?" all the time.  He'll be explaining something to me that I have NO clue about and he'll say "right?".  Um, I'm not fact-checking you, here.  I guarantee any of his students or residents know exactly what I am talking about. However, Mate endures, without complaint, my addiction to chomping on ice.  Do you know how annoying that must be? So, we have pet peeves. . . it's not that serious. 

What is serious is the amount of time and effort and energy and love we've put into our relationship.  I will always feel incredibly lucky that I married my high school sweetheart- that we were together for seven years before marriage and seven more have passed.  It's our journey and each mile logged is a privilege.  Here's to mile marker #7 . . .




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