Today is our ninth wedding anniversary!! Happy Anniversary Love!
The old saying that opposites attract definitely defines our marriage. We were much more similar when we started dating but as life happens, you grow and you change. I seemed to have gone one direction and he’s headed in the other. But at the end of the day, we still love each other and I’m honestly not sure how we can even stand each other when we are truly completely different people. Let’s point out a few examples.
“You should have married a return missionary.” -Andrew
I’m not sure if I should be offended by this comment, but I don’t disagree. We are not members of the dominant faith in Utah, which are Mormon/LDS. But I do have a few of the same values that they hold. I don’t drink, he occasionally does; I hate tattoos, he’s covered and I try to be a lady and not say naughty words while he curses like a sailor. (Usually not in front of the kiddos.) Actually, I lied. One time, I think it was 2011, I got REALLY mad at Andrew for some reason and I texted him a bad word. It was a**. I still feel bad about that.
“You’re a clothes whore.” -Me
Okay so maybe my mouth is not as ladylike as it should be. But that statement is true and Andrew would agree. I once counted all of his red t shirts (excluding jerseys, jackets, and long sleeve shirts.) It was in the 40’s. I don’t think I have 40 shirts TOTAL. His black t shirts were also in the 40’s followed by the grays, whites and blues. He doesn’t have a lot of pink or green but please don’t mention that to him. He also has about 80 pairs of shoes and they’re not beach flip flops. He wears Jordans to mow the lawn. Granted, they’re his older pairs but still.
I’m somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. It’s not like I have one pair of shoes, but I have plenty. He’s the spender and I’m the saver as all marriages have one of each.
“Guys, it’s time to go to bed.”
“Eat your veggies.”
“You have to wear sunscreen or you can’t go outside.” -All me.
I steer clear of the word, “nag.” I like to think of myself as the reasonable, caring, structured parent whom they’ll thank later. I try my hardest to ensure the boys get enough sleep, wear their coats, take their vitamins, brush their teeth and watch age-appropriate movies. Andrew on the other hand is the fun dad. He’s all about candy for breakfast, building forts, playing dress up, carrying the boys on his back and staying up late. This STRESSES. ME. OUT.
“Where do you want to eat?”
I’m like 99% sure that all relationships have this battle. Most of the time it’s because there are just so many options. That’s our problem too, but Andrew and I add another layer because we don’t really like the same foods. Actually, nix that. Andrew likes a lot of places; I’m the picky one. I don’t like burgers, Mexican, heavy pastas, pizza or Chinese. I think all breakfast foods taste the same and I’m not a fan of popular chain restaurants like Applebee’s because, well, their food isn’t very good. If Andrew suggests we go to Panda Express, Taco Bell, Red Robin or Little Caesars, we either A) don’t go or B) pick up at two different places. (I guess I’m high maintenance.) What foods do I like? I like salads, sushi, sandwiches, smoothies, wraps and occasionally Thai sounds good. And I like cake. I like cake a lot.
So there you have it. Even tough we’re different in pretty much every way, I think it helps balance us out. I’ll have to think really hard on the few things we actually have in common. I imagine that would be a much shorter post.