That's an estimate of how many seconds I've been married. The more mathmatically inclined will work that out to be seven years (with two leap years included.)
Despite the fact that I did indeed catch the creeping crud that was going around the house, I got the mildest case of it and was feeling mostly - head was and still is, stuffed up - better. So we went ahead and went out, although since we'd left it til the last minute to decide if/when we were going out, we had to take Jess with us, since it's not polite to try and find a last minute babysitter unless it's an emergency. Which made it a little less than totally romantic - although, in all honestly, there's nothing remotely romantic about two people with the sniffles, either. And Kevin's not much into romance anyway. Most of the time.
On the car ride home - and this was truly serendipidous - we heard "our song," which is Head over Feet by Alanis Morrisette:
I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
You treat me like I’m a princess
I’m not used to liking that
You ask how my day was
(chorus)
You’ve already won me over in spite of me
Don’t be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn’t help it
It’s all your fault
Your love is think and it swallowed me whole
You’re so much braver than I gave you credit for
That’s not lip service
(repeat chorus)
You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience
You’re the best listener that I’ve ever met
You’re my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long
I’ve never felt this healthy before
I’ve never wanted something rational
I am aware now
I am aware now
(repeat chorus)
After the song was over and we were listening to the radio spiel - Jess fast asleep in the back seat - he took my hand and said
"You know, I think the time I've loved you most and known what a great person you are is when you were in your car accident. Remember, in the hospital, when the police officer came in to take your statement?" I nodded. I remembered.
The other people in the accident - four in all - were blaming me for the accident and were exceptionally hostile. To the point where the cop told me not to talk to them or try and see them because the one man was making threats against me. The cop, after having talked to them, came to talk to me and he was really in a cross mood, having been yelled at by the other group and sworn at. I didn't know anything about what had happened in the hallway - there's something about having one's leg broken in five places that makes one a little less than aware of things going on around one.
"You said, 'Can I ask a question?'" Kevin said. "'Was anyone else hurt?' That you cared so much more about other people than yourself, laying on a hospital bed facing the possibility that you might not walk again... you wanted to make sure everyone else was okay."
Happy anniversary, Kevin. I love you.
That's really sweet. Thank you for sharing that.
Posted by: Greg on February 23, 2005 10:06 AM