Skip to content

Growing Old(er) Together

March 22, 2017
j-and-v-wedding

One of our wedding photos. Says it all, doesn’t it?

My husband and I celebrated our seventeenth wedding anniversary last July. As far as commemorating the occasion, to be honest, we fell pretty short.

In fact, we both forgot. And this was hardly an isolated incident.

There have been years when the only time we “remembered” was when we played our phone messages and discovered several “Happy Anniversary” tributes from friends and family. Joyful, wistful ruminations about how much fun was had at our nuptials and such.

So last summer, when we slipped the occasion yet again, we hung our heads in mock shame and whispered our usual mantra – “Please tell me you didn’t get me anything.”

It’s true, our wedding deserves better homage than we have given it. It was a wonderful occasion in every possible way. I was giddy, with not a flash of cold feet, and my husband called his “I do” loud and strong, like an Amen! at church. Our friend Dave wore his Marine Corps dress uniform in honor of my husband’s late father, a Greatest Generation Marine, eliciting wails and tears from all seven of my sisters-in law. The toasts from our loved ones got longer and funnier as our guests got drunker. There was a hand-stand contest in the women’s bathroom, several sing-a-longs, and a few Irish cry-a-thons. I’m pretty sure the bartender went home with one of our guests.

In the wee hours of the morning, we drove off into the sunrise feeling like we’d just had the best night of our lives. It was a glorious start to a love affair that would grow us up, bring three new humans into the world, and both validate and challenge every notion of what we thought marriage was going to be about.babies at UVA

 

Yet, while we have been truly remiss at celebrating milestones like anniversaries, we do pay attention.

As a couple, we’ve been together for twenty-one years. Roughly 3 1/2 years apart in age, we’ve grown up with the same movies, TV shows and music, and can reminisce together about having spent the latter part of the 1970s in “Six Million Dollar Man” slow motion, while anthem rock blared from our teen siblings’ radios. We share a love of literature (namely Czech) and can usually come to a compromise on tastes in furniture, vacation spots and pets. We have laughed with each other all through this journey.

And as the indignities of aging have begun to creep up, we laugh at each other, too. The creaky ankles, the gastrointestinal rejection of foods we’ve always enjoyed no problemo, becoming out of touch with popular culture. You know, that weird feeling when you look at the cover of a “People” magazine and have certainly heard of the celebrity who graces the cover, but are not acquainted with their body of work, or lack thereof. Furthermore, you don’t care.

I’m both humbled by and amazed at how successful our union has been so far, especially now that I know how easily things could have gone wrong. Like all of those times we moved and had to make real sacrifices for the other. Career sacrifices. Lifestyle choices. We took big risks in starting a business, chasing dreams, in adding more children into the mix. Things didn’t always work out the way we’d planned.

We’ve had to navigate our youngest child’s on-going medical woes, the fall-out that came from a birth defect that arrived in the form of a rare, cancerous tumor.

j-and-v-wedding-baby-jo

And we’ve marched on through this muddy, emotional backwater while friends – people who married with the same joy and hope in their hearts – broke apart over what appeared to be minor grievances. A series of tiny papercuts, instead of big events like extramarital affairs or long habits of knock-down drag-out fights. Although a few of our friends had those, too.

There, but for the grace of God, go we.

From what I’ve seen, the breakup of a marriage can be as simple as two people who have settled into living separate lives with few common interests. A slow drift, rather than a short, sharp shock. No cataclysmic event that punctuated years of anger, dissatisfaction and an erosion of trust. I’ve often wondered when exactly those lovers made the decision to just do their own thing, and if they had even the slightest inkling it would be the kiss of death for their marriage. A first cigarette that would turn into a two pack-a-day habit, and then ultimately, well, you know…

Little things can add up to either build up or chip away at a bond. And each, seemingly small decision can be the difference between growing together or apart.

It is an awesome responsibility, a marriage.

j-and-v-wedding-laughing

It’s why recently, when my husband developed a light snore that happened to coincide with a nasty streak of insomnia on my part – one that had been plaguing me like a swarm of locusts – I took a hard swallow and held firm. I told him that under no circumstances would we remedy the situation with separate bedrooms and conjugal visits, as he suggested.

“It would only be for a while,” he said. He was getting really tired of my nudging him every time he started to make his raspy noises and I don’t blame him. “And we can make it fun.” Wink-wink.

I thought about it briefly, and then said, “Nuh-uh.”

That night, I sucked it up and ignored his snoring, letting him have a good night’s sleep without the feel of my hand pushing him onto his side.

Because I’ve seen it happen before. Once you move into that other space, it’s too easy to like it there. Having the whole bed to yourself, with no extraneous noises and clanging midnight visits to the bathroom. No cold feet or sharp toenails.

And once that separate space has been established, it’s even easier to start taking other separate spaces. Especially since that one worked out so well. You might start going out alone more, not watching that tv series your spouse likes so much, but that you find just meh. You might make love less frequently or stop altogether. “Making a date of it” requires planning, and planning is hard with three kids in the house.

I also think that without those little reminders of intimacy – the brush of a hand on your hip while you finish that last chapter of the book you’re obsessed by, a kiss on the shoulder, spooning – it’s more convenient to find comfort in your own cave. Do with less.

You might even think you like it better there.76P

Until that day when you recognize that you and your beloved have whittled away at what made you a couple, leaving you with little more than common space, common chores, and memories of the way laughter used to echo in the house.

That’s why, after seventeen and a half years of marriage, instead of making up a guest bedroom for victims or perpetrators of excessive snoring, we decided to go mattress shopping instead. We’ve had our mattress for as long as we’ve been wed and figured there have probably been some improvements in the slumber industry – one’s that might even help an insomniac get back to sleep, or lessen those gurgling sounds made by most middle-aged men.

And sure enough – mattresses have come a long way!

My husband and I plopped down on a “Plush” version that felt like heaven and had a price tag more akin to real estate than furniture. But we figured it would make up for all the anniversary presents we haven’t and won’t be giving each other.

And for seventeen more years, it’s worth it.

unmade bed

 

 

Advertisements

From → family, love

31 Comments
  1. I read this on my phone. I was dying to comment but I refuse to install more apps! I love this and I agree. There is such a beauty about growing together and sharing a room, heavy snoring and all.
    Enjoy your mattress we LOVE ours.
    I don’t get the separate room marriages, but we are all different!

  2. Love it! Love the kids – they are so beautiful, LIKE their parents! ♥♥♥♥

  3. Your posts almost always make me smile, and sometimes get me a little misty.

    Sharing life with another has been good to me, and it looks like it’s been good to you and yours. Keep enjoying what you have together.

  4. John Poole permalink

    A beautiful post.

  5. Jay Weisberg permalink

    I’m glad to see you’re equal forgetters. If I forgot my wife of almost 49 years would remind me 49 times. I don’t need to worry about gifts since I’m at least 50 years ahead in gifts.
    Enjoyed this post.

  6. daleeastman permalink

    Loved this! It was really great to see Jack’s wedding smirk turn to a fulsome laugh later on. Great beds are lifesavers even for singles!!!

  7. Nancy Turney permalink

    Although I find your post quite humorous and my husband and I have certainly had our share of ups and downs over the last 45 years, we would never forget our anniversary because it is the one day that belongs truly to us. We do not have to share it with anyone else, no special plans that have to meet the expectations of others, just the two of us getting to do whatever we want! Now that our children are grown we often plan a trip around that time, but we at least have a very special dinner out!!! No gifts, though, unless it is something for the house.

    • You’re so right, Nancy. I honestly think it’s that my husband and I were both raised in households where these types of milestones just weren’t made a fuss out of. We don’t do much in terms of birthdays, either – much to our children’s chagrin. But we are good to each other 🙂 Congratulations on 45 years. That, is truly special.

  8. Staying together is well worth more than some inconvenience. I’ve also wondered how couples could break up for some minor problem. My husband recently passed on after a long illness. He was 86 and we’d been married about 41 1/2 years. We married late and he was 10 1/2 years older. We raised two great children, a son, and a daughter. Congratulations on your successful marriage and three beautiful children. 🙂 — Suzanne

  9. Jim Lockett Jr. permalink

    I am still looking for that dirty little secret about true love. I thought I found it three times. I recently was divorced from my third wife. I screwed up my first marriage, my second wife was cheating on me, my third wife after 2 years ended when I couldn’t take her constant control over me. So…. now I am 74 years old and so wish I was back with my first wife,she passed away a few years ago, I reallymiss her, we stayed friend, even after she remarried. All u guys out there, don’t make the same mistake I did. Listen to Victoria.
    Jim L.

  10. What a beautiful post! Congratulations, and enjoy your new mattress…

  11. Dorothy permalink

    Thanks for a beautiful post! This made my early Sunday morning ❤

  12. Excellent choice – and I hope it’s helping with the snoring/insomnia issue.

  13. Congrats, lovebirds! My husband snores and there are some nights that are worse than others. The rare times I have left to go sleep on the sofa, I only last two minutes before I snuggle back up next to him in bed. The separation doesn’t work for me. And, usually as long as I go to sleep first, I can get a good night’s sleep.

  14. That’s my strategy, too, Britt. I try my damnest to fall asleep before he does. What’s killing me is the 2:00 am wake-up insomnia. I’m trying to very the light snore as background music 😉

  15. Thanks for a heart-warming and generous story about love over the years. My wife and I have been friends for over 20 years and partners in love for the past 9 years. I do snore at times, especially after that second or third bourbon and cigar – but we still sleep together. She is developing little cute princess snores 🙂 Sadly my work takes me away from home more often than I would like, but we chatted today, that although we miss each other terribly when I am away (which I currently am – in The DRC), the home comings and 2 to 4 weeks of quality time together make up for it … and yes we are also busy mattress shopping 🙂

Trackbacks & Pingbacks

  1. Growing Old(er) Together – Defining Ways

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: