Four years and counting…

My husband and I have been together for seven years now.

We have been married four years today!

We had many fun adventures together before we were married (mawwied? yes, mawwied!). Hopping on planes,  traveling across the country for nights of great music and camping.

Vacations were easy then. Carefree. We didn’t have to worry about babysitters or, “OMG what if something happens and we don’t make it back home.”  This meant I could devote all my time waiting for my husband to fall asleep so I could take funny pictures of me harassing him.

Finally, after living in sin together in our cute little rental, the question was popped.

Spoiler alert.

I said yes!

I made him pose for cheesy couple pictures with me, which is so not his thing!!

I  tried to put into words just how much he means to me.  It was not easy.

On March 11th, of 2006, the big day arrived. Both of us taking on our usual roles. Him, the strong, silent and loving one. Me, the loud, loud and loud one (and very happy!).

We didn’t want a traditional wedding. We didn’t plan on a first dance.  Thankfully, our band surprised us with one. They played “What a Wonderful World”, and we danced. And I bawled. And it was so perfect. My world was wonderful because he was mine. And legally so, sucka!

We should have been off to Hawaii for our honeymoon the day after our wedding.  We missed our flight and had to stay an extra night in Houston. We refused to go back home, opting to check into a hotel and fly out the next day. We laughed it off and made the best of it. We were together.

We finally made it to Hawaii the next day. Precisely one day before I cracked my kneecap in half walking to the pool climbing a mountain.

He spent a week pushing me around the resort in a wheelchair, which I kind of liked because I am one lazy bitch.  I still wore my sexy honeymoon lingerie.  And though my strut was more of a hobble and, well, there were the crutches, it was perfect. We were together.

Oh, and I got us a shit ton of Vicodin for our vacation. Score!

Married life before we had our precious baby boy was so simple. We were still able to jet away to Mexico or Vegas to party with our friends. And laugh at them when they passed out from having too much to drink.

We decided to have a baby.  I got pregnant right away. I was thrilled and terrified.  I miscarried a month later.  My husband was amazing.  He was everything I needed.

Except for a baby.

We got pregnant again the very next month! I was thrilled and terrified. And, apparently, I blamed everything on George W. Bush.

I began having contractions at 27 weeks. I was in the hospital for 3 days and at home under house arrest for 10 weeks.  I had a subcutaneous IV in my thigh, which delivered medicine to slow my contractions. I pretty much would have gone insane without my husband there. I thought this was the worst thing in the world. Did I really want to be a mom? I was not sure why I was even doing it.  Until I met him….

Then I realized I would have walked through hell and back to get to that moment.

I will never forget my husband’s face the first time he met our son.  He said to him, “Hey buddy!!!” with so much joy in his voice and such a smile on his face, I thought his head would explode. It takes my breath away and makes me cry to this day when I hear that “Hey buddy” in my head. My son is so lucky to have him as a daddy.

Ten days after that perfect day, the worst thing in the world happened. I lost four of the most important people in my life.

I have no idea how I would have made it through this without my husband. Amazing husband + Zoloft = you will survive, yo. He just has a way of calming me down. His presence alone does it. No words are really needed.

Putting up with me is not always easy. I am dramatic. I am stubborn. I can be really defensive. I talk way too much. I leave cabinet doors  and drawers open all over the house. I am crazy disorganized and a total scatterbrain. I have panic attacks on airplanes. Then I drink too much on said airplane.  I am pretty much like having a second child sometimes.

But, hey, when I fuck up,  I bake things like this.

Sometimes I embarrass him. I am loud. I say inappropriate things. It’s sometimes hard for me to be serious. I will also cop a feel any chance I get.

We sure have made ourselves a beautiful little family. I love us so much. I can’t believe this is my life.

Eventually, I do want to add to it. But, not quite yet. I want to enjoy this. The right now. It will never be the three of us again.

I love my husband way more than I think he knows. I hope I tell him enough. I mean, I tell him I love him all the time, but do I show it like I did in the beginning?  The sweet things I used to do for him daily seem to get put on the back-burner way too often.  And it’s not because I don’t want to do them, but because I am still figuring out this crazy mom/wife/me juggling act. Cliché, much?

When I first met my husband, an overwhelming feeling of peace came over me. It was hard to explain.

Our dog, Greta, used to do this thing.  At the end of the day she would jump on the bed, curl up in a little bawl and let out a deep sigh of contentment, as if she was thinking, “Thank God I made it here.”

This is how I was finally able to explain how my husband made me feel.  I told him once that he made me do the “Greta sigh”.

We had our wedding bands engraved when we got married. Mine says, “Even breathing felt…”, and his says, “Like something new.”

Exactly.

Thank God I made it here.

37 thoughts on “Four years and counting…

  1. happy anniversary! i love you both (well, all 3 of you!) and don’t get to see nearly enough of you. you are still my favorite bride of all time (shhhh – don’t tell the others). often when i’m frustrated with my work i remind myself how i felt at your wedding watching you and gus dance and cry and laugh – and i know THAT is why i do it. i am honored to have been a small part of that day. it has been amazing seeing you become a mom! and i cried as i read your words about gus and “hey, buddy.” what a lucky boy luca is 🙂 i’m so happy for you. have a wonderful day and celebrate another year together.

    • Oh Leslie!! WE LOVE YOU!! If it were not for YOU, we wouldn’t have these wonderful pictures!!

      BEST. PHOTOGRAPHER. OF. All. TIME.

      I want to take some pics this spring. I’ll be in touch.

      Thanks for your sweet words!! LOVE YOU!

  2. Very sweet story. Congrats on 4 years. Hey, we also have a dog named Greta. Weird that we have many similarities in our lives. I need some Panic soon.

  3. I just wrote one of these, and then I saw another one yesterday. Something is in the air, and I like it.
    I can certainly feel the love tonight. Beautiful pictures; I can see that you’ve built a beautiful life together.
    And that cake is MAGNIFICENT!

  4. First of all, I totally love the prego tee and secondly I think we may share the same brain so I am going to have to steal your cake idea. One of these days that thing is going to save my ass!!

  5. Allison – Fantastic post.

    I was pretty sure we had a TON in common when I read you danced to “What A Wonderful World” for your first dance (so did we). Then I read you went on bed rest at 27 weeks (so did I) and was like we DO have a TON in common, or at least a little.

    Anyway, I read the post about your family. I cried. All I can think of is that they have each other for eternity. Very sad. And those pictures of the kids…they look like little angels.

    But for today, congratulations to you and yours! Enjoy these good times!

  6. LOVED it!! Your wedding was one of the most fun (besides ours of course) I’ve ever been to. In fact, I told my parents that I wanted a wedding exactly like yours. Congratulations on racking up the years, Mrs. Zap. Send Gus my love and give Luca a BIG beso for me. We want to see you guys soon!!!!!!

    Oh! And I’m totally going to steal the cake idea from you…AWESOME!!

  7. OMG….wow Allison you made me laugh and cry at the same time…my hats off to you and your amazing writing skills!!! I love reading everything you write…keep it up and Happy Anniversary to both of you!!! xoxo

  8. Congratulations to my beautiful daughter and “solid” son-in-law… I love Gustavo simply because he loves his wife & son so much and because “he has a job”…. Yepee! It’s a parent thingy, I know!!!

  9. How adorable is this post! I can’t believe you got so hurt on your honeymoon. I would so be claiming it was a sex injury. Can I say that? You don’t even know me yet- don’t think I’m crazy. 😉

  10. What a fun couple and fun way to share your story! Having fun and being crazy is the only way to survive marriage 😉 I love that “I” was able to find someone that could tolerate my crazy as so have you!

  11. Happy Anniversay!! Heh 😉 We have a wedding photo of me double-handed groping my new hubbie’s cute butt.
    We are wrapping up our first year of marriage. This marriage stuff is not for wussies!

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