Loving Words

by Marinka on September 17, 2012

This fall is my fifteenth wedding anniversary. By a wild coincidence, it’s also Husbandrinka’s, so I started celebrating already by thinking of all the things he can do to improve our relationship, writing all the suggestions in a notebook, tying a ribbon around it and presenting it to him in lieu of a gift. Is it me, or is this gift making itself?

And one of the things I’ve been thinking about is the way he speaks to me. Gone are the days when he wanders around the apartment asking himself in a loud and clear voice how did he get so lucky to marry me or whether I was real or just a mirage of what every man would want in a woman. (Part of the reason those days are gone, of course, is that I stopped taking hallucinogens, but this is neither the time nor the place to discuss that turn of events.) But instead of muttering sweet nothings, a few weeks ago as we were driving home from the dacha, and I took a quick picture on my iPhone of the Croton reservoir that we were passing, and a while later of the bottom of the George Washington Bridge, he asked me, in the most loving and adorable way possible, if I were an al Quaeda operative because what’s with the sudden obsession with the New York State water supply system.

Look, it’s hard to keep things alive and interesting after fifteen years, although god knows Husbandrinka is trying, so I assume that accusing your wife of terrorist acts is now part of his repertoire.

I’m obviously very enthusiastic about this development and can’t wait to see what the next few decades bring. Hopefully there’ll be WiFi in Gitmo so I can share the news with you.

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And as luck would have it, I’m over at The Mouthy Housewives today talking about what happens when you didn’t marry you best friend.

One year ago ...

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Betty Herbert September 17, 2012 at 5:41 am

You’re not alone – I routinely text H photos of the dashboard of my car, so I can prove what awesome MPGs I’ve done on the way home. You run out of conversation after a few years, don’t you?

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tracy@sellabitmum
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September 17, 2012 at 7:40 am

10 years for us and we just text each other from the next room. So glad we’re not the only romantic couple in the world.

Praying for WiFi in Gitmo for you. xo

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joeinvegas September 17, 2012 at 9:52 am

Sorry, no wifi there. Best to stay home.

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Mexmom September 17, 2012 at 10:30 am

Well 9/11 was just a few days ago, so you can blame all the paranoic talk to it.

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Megan September 17, 2012 at 10:31 am

Happy Anniversary!

We’re headed for 19 years next month. We are beyond having to explain anything we do anymore.

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dusty earth mother September 17, 2012 at 11:17 am

Hmmm. Next time your husband says you’re his “Most Wanted”, I might pack a bag.

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suburbancorrespondent
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September 17, 2012 at 12:52 pm

Oh, gosh, but that’s so romantic! My husband never accuses me of anything nearly as nefarious. It’s mostly all about how I threw out his 10-year-old, torn favorite T-shirt.

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deborah l quinn
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September 17, 2012 at 1:23 pm

14 years and we email each other from desks IN THE SAME ROOM. The other couple we knew who did that are now firmly involved with other people who are their original spouses (spices?)
Congratulations. Husbandrinka count himself lucky to be married to MarinkaMata Hari.

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deborah l quinn
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September 17, 2012 at 1:24 pm

wait. sorry. the emailing couple (not us, the other ones) are now not married to each other and are emailing different people, passionately. but given enough time, they’ll settle down and start texting grocery lists and doctor’s appts., just like the rest of us.

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Mrs. Jones September 17, 2012 at 9:52 pm

Too funny! I can only hope my hubby is that sweet in 4 years. We are at the phase where he just looks me like I’ve sprouted an extra head.

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Tinne from Tantrums and Tomatoes September 18, 2012 at 7:26 am

I find that hiding socks or underwear and then pretending that the dryer ate them keeps the romance very much alive.

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the mama bird diaries
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September 18, 2012 at 8:37 pm

Hopefully he will not request you do some kind of terrorist role play thing in the bedroom.

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Loukia September 19, 2012 at 12:14 pm

Awwww.

Best gift idea ever, by the way! 😉

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