Celebrate

Yesterday was the eighth anniversary of my marriage to my wife, conveniently. Now she's sick in bed. Coincidence? I think not. I think she finally reached a toxic level of me after nearly ten years together.

It's been known to happen.

Anyway, despite the fact that I've made her physically ill, we've decided to see where this thing goes. It's kinda fun. Seems we kinda like each other. Strangely, because it seems like some married couples barely tolerate each other. I still get excited when I hear the garage door open and know she's home for the evening. Go figure.

Here's your song for the next 8 years. It's probably the best description of a good relationship I've seen.

Loudon Wainwright III - Little Ship

The lyrics, if you're lazy:

Our relationship
Is just a little ship
That's out on a stormy sea

We barely keep afloat
In our leaky boat
But still I'm hoping
That you'll dote on me

When we first set sail
We thought we'd never fail
The wind was our best friend
It wouldn't let us down

But then the tempest grew
And I thought I'd lost you
And our little ship
Would sink or run aground

But the precious craft
Was sturdy fore and aft
It rolled on a stormy sea

And when the winds died down
That's when I looked around
You and the sun were all that I could see

And then a gentle wind
Bore us home again
I sat in the stern
You were in the bow

We landed safe and sound
And there on solid ground
We loved our little ship
Even more somehow

Our relationship
Is just a little ship
That's out on a stormy sea