Thanks to a brief family trip last weekend to Steelers Training Camp I decided to take a vacation from posting. This week I’m going to steer clear of media talk for the most part. Not that things have been quiet on the media front.
Between a major acquisition announcement, Facebook offering millions to get publishers back on the platform, and continued questions on how online platforms handle hate speech, I have a lot of opinions. But this week I want to focus on something more personal – which speaks to my personal privilege, I know.
This week I want to focus on something more important to me personally. Today, August 10, 2019, is my 17th wedding anniversary. I guess technically it mine and Angela’s 17th wedding anniversary. It’s impossible to do this alone.
Yup, the big one-seven.
Okay, so it’s not one of the more notable anniversaries, but if you know me you know that’s also right on-brand.
It still feels weird that we’re only married 17 years. It feels like much longer – which I do not mean in a negative way at all. We started living together the year prior to getting married, so I’ve reached the point in life where my time spent living with her has eclipsed the time I lived with my parents, siblings or anyone else.
That feels like an important milestone to me.
Through the years we’ve moved a lot. More than most military families I would venture to guess. For reference, from the time we moved in together, July 2001, through when we moved into our current home in May of 2015, we moved 12 times in 14 years.
During that time the longest stretch we stayed in one home was from April 2006 to May 2008 in Wooster, OH. Otherwise we never stayed in the same place more than a few months.
And despite musical tastes that are … different, we’ve seen a fair share of concerts.
While my first choice in concert attendence wouldn’t be Taylor Swift
The Avett Brothers
or Mumford and Sons
I did enjoy seeing them all with her.
Plus, I’m sure she’s not really that interested in sitting on a hillside in the summer heat watching grown men practice football.
But three times
But whether we are interested in these things, or whether they are our first choice of entertainment doesn’t really matter. We enjoy these things events with each other because it brings us closer together.
That’s why, if you check my Spotify playlist, you’ll find songs from all of the musical acts, as well as others we’ve seen together. None are my first choice in music, but hearing them makes me smile because their music makes her smile.
So, here’s to the next 17 years. Hopefully with more concerts and sporting events – and a hell of a lot less moving.
Happy anniversary, Angela. I love you!
One response to “The Big One-Seven”
Love you Baby!!!! You made me teary eyed 🙂