(Ridiculous) Terms of Endearment: Snapshots of a Twenty-One Year Marriage

Snapshot 1:

It’s our wedding day, and Craig shows up at the church to check on me before the ceremony.  We stand at the back of the sanctuary and hug and talk and act normal.  I need him and he’s there. 

And all that superstition about not seeing each other on the wedding day…It’s a load of nothing (I would say “hooey”, but I don’t know how to spell it). 

Snapshot 2:

 We’re newly married. Craig thinks it would be funny to come home from work every Friday and in the middle of changing from his work clothes pretend he’s completely ready to exit the house for a night out or whatever…like the Emperor’s New Clothes, I guess.  I can’t help but laugh and be exasperated at the same time.  Finally, I’m done, and, while he is clothed only in his skivvies, proceed to get a death grip on his hand and try with all my might to pull him out the back door where we park our car and generally exit the house.

We don’t make it out the door, but he never does it again.

Snapshot 3:

We’re driving around north Dallas and must be delirious because we make up the most ridiculous terms of endearment we can possibly imagine and continue to call each other by them for the next several months.

Snapshot 4:

Upon finding out I was pregnant with a girl, Craig asks, “What are we going to do with a girl?”

Upon finding out I was pregnant with a boy, Craig asks, “What are we going to do with a boy?”

I think he more likely means to say, “After seven plus years of marriage, what are we going to do with a baby?”

I'm a little unsure about it myself, so I laugh a weak little laugh and don’t answer.

Snapshot 5:

While in labor with Super Girl and about to receive my epidural (Whew!), Craig explains to me why they’re asking me to bend my back like a mad cat.

I thought they were saying mad cap.  I have no idea what they’re talking about but after thirty plus hours of labor….

Snapshot 6:

We pack up everything and move north.

Snow, snow, snow.

Snapshot 7:

We’re trudging up a hill at Murray Hill Park in Westmount dragging a bright blue, plastic penguin sled and our three-year-old daughter.

Soon even three-year olds are forced to get out when you’re pulling them up a steep hill in snow.

Snapshot 8:

He babysits Super Girl while I take not-so-successful French classes at night.

I learn how to say 'parapluie' with the right accent and without spitting on anyone.

Snapshot 9:

We’re in the waiting room of the vet’s office.  He understands I need to be with our dog, Murphy, when she's put to sleep even though I can’t get my sobbing under control as we wait in the lobby, strangers staring.

Snapshot 10:

The aforementioned boy comes along, but they don’t allow Craig in the operating room while I’m getting my epidural.

This makes me a little sad, but soon they grant him entrance and he’s by my side…right where he belongs.

Snapshot 11:

Craig tries to draw a lightning bolt on my forehead because I’m such a big Harry Potter fan, and the next movie has come out.

We’re going to see it, but I don't love Harry enough to sport a Sharpie zig zag on my face.

Snapshot 12:

We move back.

Sun, heat, sun.

Snapshot 13:

He buys me my first iPod.  I think it’s lovely.

Snapshot 14:

I’m not sure about living in Houston.  Life is less urban but very convenient.  I have to make new friends…somehow.

On second thought, I’m okay.  I have Craig.

Snapshot 15:

I’m going to see my friend, Lori, in Montreal.

Craig and I decide not to discuss my desire to have some piercing done while I’m vacationing.

Lori and I have a lot of fun.

Snapshot 16:

Not long ago, we’re sitting in church, and, as the pastor talks to us about things which make us feel alive, Craig leans over to me and whispers, “It’s writing…for you…isn’t it,” and smiles.

I’m touched but joke back.

“It’s taxes…for you…right.”

We have to suppress our snickers.

*****

Happy 21^st Anniversary, Craig.

You’re my dear, dear husband.

You’re my dear, dear friend.

Love, your Snoogie Snogum.

P.S.  Please never call me that again…even in jest.

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While writing I listened to "Here Comes the Sun".  Surely, you know who sings it.

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Comments

[Laura]

Thank you, Aunt Mary. I appreciate your comment...and your sweet nature. :)

[Mary Williamson]

What a lovely gift to give to Craig and to all the rest of us. I love your writing.

[Laura]

Thank you, Marie! You're such a blessing. :)

[Marie]

This was so sweet and heartwarming. I know you are an encouragement to Craig as he is to you. It warms my heart that you two are so in love and meant for each other - also the great parents you are to E and A. Marie

[Laura]

What about me? (jk) ;)