he, who knows me best...

Tomorrow is the fourth celebration of our day of union. (What most would call an "anniversary.")  I call it our "day of union" because at the brunch reception following our wedding night, N.'s very sweet grandmother pulled me aside and asked if "everything went all right? and was it what I expected..." 

At first, I thought that she was talking about the wedding itself.  I had put a lot of time and planning into the biggest party of my life.  Yes, I am THAT kind of person.

But no,  she was talking about the OTHER thing... you know, relations, sealing the deal, locking it in...  Which makes my initial response of "OH YES! It was the best night of my entire life..." even better.

Once I realized what was going on, I didn't have the heart to tell her the truth (or, for that matter, the truth)... that due to the fact that I was so punch drunk from eating four HUGE pieces of wedding cake and opening all of our presents and that N. was a little unstable after finishing off a bottle of champagne while he waited and watched me sit in a pile of wrapping paper squealing my head off like a newborn piglet...  well, we both passed out.

Anyway, "day of our union."  It goes without saying that N. is my best friend and the love of my life...  but people who know us well (and spend time with us in the real world on a regular basis) often wonder how on earth two people who are so different can work together.  I believe it is because he, above all others, knows me best and puts that knowledge to good use. Mostly to put me in my place with a good laugh.  As evidenced by two recent conversations.

Picture it:  Sunday night, while watching the "Weed*s" season 1 DVD

N:  If I die early, I think that you should think about this option...  I really think that you could move a lot of product and be really good at that business.

t'pon: What exactly, in my personality and demeanor, leads you to believe that I would make a great drug dealer?

N: Drug entrepreneur...

t'pon: po-TA-toe, po-TAH-toe...

N: Well, look at you and all of your friends...  high-achieving, suburban yuppie-types who still like to pretend that they are all anti-establishment.  You have the perfect pipeline.

t'pon:  Who uses the term "yuppie?"  1987 called and they want their dictionary back...

N: po-TA-toe, po-TAH-toe...

Picture it: Tuesday night, while watching the "24" season 1 DVD

(yes, we are that behind)

t'pon: If I ever get kidnapped, I hope that I am not all weepy and whiny and acting like a big baby...  Don't you think that I would be stronger than that?

[extremely long, extremely pregnant (like me) pause]

N: Yeah, it is probably best that you not get kidnapped at all...

t'pon: I agree... but why do you say that?

N: Well, you are the kind of person who will get shot in the face in the first 15 minutes for your smart ass mouth.

I truly LOVE this man... 

Comments

[Oh, The Joys]

Your man and mine would comfort each other. Mine raises his palms to the sky and yells (like to God or something), "50 YEARS?????????????"

[Holly]

Yep, he's a keeper. Congratulations on 4 years!