Marriage and the City....

My husband is awesome. No, really, he is. He did what most men don't do, and listened to me. Nay, HEARD me, when I mentioned that I would love to go back to the city and see a show on broadway. I was surprised with this on my birthday (which was this past weekend, I'm 33, cool!) when he arranged for the kid's to be watched by my mother in law and took me to NYC to see South Pacific and stay for an overnight. We had Indian food (my fav!) and then saw the show, which was wonderful! He also further spoiled me rotten by encouraging me to shop a little. (!!!) So I did. And it was glorious. I won't even mention what I purchased because its kind of inconsequential really, but I never shop in the city, because, well, it's expensive and I can just get the same stuff in Jersey for less money, blah, blah, blah...but I shopped and I had fun.

This whole weekend reminded me when people remark that marriage is a roller coaster. I so agree with this statement because since he and I have been married, it's been one very long, very twisty and turny kind of roller coaster. It's been non-stop actually. We've had our lows, our midpoints and our highs. Weekends, like we just had, are inarguably our high points. This brings me to my point which is, no matter what I may think of him or us during the low points, I don't ever think of us not being us. Not being together. We truly are a team, and I just hope that as time goes on, we keep having lots of highs, maybe some midpoints, but very little lows....