Yesterday was our third anniversary. Phil sent me a beauty-queen armload of flowers at work, and we went out for dinner at the pub down the road that we always go to. After we got home, as Phil locked the vehicle, I said “So…shall we do another year?”
I asked him that last year, as well. Phil doesn’t understand; he sighs and rolls his eyes and refuses to believe that I am serious. He doesn’t understand what I am really saying; like most men, he is handicapped in that he can’t hear or understand unspoken subtext. This is what I mean:
I am not taking you for granted. I will not assume that you will always be there, no matter what.
Since I don’t take you for granted, I want our marriage to be something living and organic, something that we care for and water, hoping that it will grow. It isn’t concrete and dead…it is something that has the possibility of change, of growth, or even of dying if we don’t care for it.
And finally, I just want you to know that I want to renew this relationship: day by day, year by year.
I love you.
Besides, who else would humour me by calling me on my new mobile so I can hear my Doctor Who ringtone that I paid £5 for, since I’m such an idiot and had to do it several times? I am a non-phone person, I can’t txt to save my life, but I wanted to hear the frickin’ tune, damn it. :)