Deaths, graduations, weddings, eight new addresses, ten trips across to Italy, gazillions of new experiences, tears, smiles, lots and lots and lots of laughter, very few arguments, challenges, new careers, close calls, risks, joys, sadness, aging parents, too many sunsets to count, winetimes, fires in fireplaces, music, dance, walks on beaches, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, enough coffee to build a new ocean, fears, smiles
We're not the proverbial two peas in a pod but it is that very pod that gives us each room to breathe and to live out our own visions in perfect harmony.
I can not imagine going down the road I am on without love and support from the one person, other than myself, who will have the greatest life change. If you know anything about weight loss surgery, you know that it is a total lifestyle, that reverting back to old ways of eating can be dangerous if not unpleasant for the offender. That sugar and alcohol are not on the horizon just as big meals will be a thing of the past.
At first, my soul mate was reluctant. He was fearful at the prospect of surgery. Why can't we try other things for you? He promised to help in any way he could but after many attempts at helping me, my efforts failed and I was left hungry, depressed and defeated. As a natural-born slender person, he tries but fails to understand the intricacies of weight loss efforts and their failures. He can't possibly know that I live, and have been for most of my life, in someone else's body. There's a whole other person in there who wants to come out and play, if only for a few more years. When I explained that to him, when I impressed him with my need to fulfill one last desire before I get too old to change, he understood and shifted his voice to total support and a willingness to take on the new lifestyle. He asked questions, still does, and makes every possible attempt to know the facts and ways in which to help. His support was the final piece of the puzzle, the final word that allowed me to forge ahead and make my plans.
Joe has an entire different way of thinking. He's analytical. He makes plans, reads directions, researches and waits patiently for things to happen. I'm not analytical, I'm more ready to jump at the gun, to figure things out as I go along. I throw the directions into the trash before reading them, along with all the other messy parts of whatever it is I'm doing. I'm visual. He's guided by another set of rules. I'm impatient for things to happen. Spontaneous. A real, live right-brainer. A lucky lady who can do whatever makes her happy, safe in the knowledge that her husband will be all the happier because of it. He may not always understand it but he's always thrilled and oh, so complimentary.
So, we're in this together just as we started out all those years ago. I'm sure that I can count on him being there for me when I feel discouraged, just as he always has been.
For better, for worse, in sickness and in health, til death do us part.
Happy anniversary to the left side of my brain.