Anniversary

It’s my anniversary tomorrow. Andrea and I are celebrating ten years together; on April 19^th, 1998, we began the relationship. I was talking to a colleague, and she said that she doesn’t even celebrate her “real” anniversary (i.e. her wedding anniversary), whereas I celebrate our wedding anniversary, the day the relationship began, and even the day that Andrea proposed.

Now, I realize that I’m not like other guys; I’m smarter and better looking. Ha! No, I kid. I’m not like other guys because I keep track of three anniversaries, whereas the cliché is that most guys can’t keep track of one. But there’s a good reason for that: When Andrea and I began our relationship—and then when we got married—I got into a relationship with a woman who’s better than me in every way. In the normal course of things, I could never get into a relationship with someone who’s so far above my league, and yet somehow I did. And we love each other, and have a good relationship.

So of course, I celebrate our anniversaries. I’ve spent a decade with someone I don’t deserve, and, if things continue as they have, I look forward to the next decade. (And if things don’t work out… I’m screwed. Being with Andrea has set the bar too high—how could I settle for any other woman?)