Wednesday, August 26, 2015

10 Years: Compatible Weirdness

"We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness--and call it love--true love."
-Robert Fulgham












Ten years ago a young couple stood in front of their family and friends and vowed "in sickness and in health"--words that one hears often over their lifespan, but never really considers beyond the wedding ceremony. A whole decade ago, younger versions of ourselves promised a lifetime to each other; and sometimes those years in the rearview feel much greater and sometimes much less. We were definitely younger, both in appearance and maturity, and we're certainly in a different place in our lives all these years later. What once was an infatuation has grown into a relationship founded on a life we've built together. We've become a family. That's so much more to me than that young, naive, infatuated couple who stood before their loved ones ten years ago.










After we were married, we honeymooned in Door County, Wisconsin; and we vowed to return every five years. Well, we missed the five year mark because we had a baby, but we decided we'd visit again to celebrate a decade together. Eight months pregnant isn't an ideal way to vacation during a hot, humid August summer, but nevertheless we made the best of it.

We stayed at a little homey B&B that was once a school house. Our particular room was used as the second grade classroom years ago. It's located in Bailey's Harbor, the quiet part of the touristy county. We loved retiring here midday and at night, away from the narrow, congested streets bustling with vacationers.












During the day, we hit up tourist destinations, like lighthouses and beaches, and shopped for souvenirs. One afternoon, after a stifling hot, muggy day, the skies turned an ominous black and it stormed briefly, taking the humidity with it just in time for our play "under the stars" at a state park that night.








One afternoon we took a ferry over to Washington Island and toured a few destinations on a trolley. Just our luck, the truck hauling the trolley began smoking from a busted radiator. A while later, a new one picked us up and we resumed our tour. That night we attended a fish boil for supper at a restaurant converted from an old post office. It was a bit too stuffy and formal for our taste when compared to the one at a low key tavern on our honeymoon. We retired early that night, finishing off our last night with a game of Phase 10 and (non-alcoholic) Door County wine.


















Although the trip was nice--a much needed escape to just be husband and wife for a few days--it felt good to come home, greeted by two boys stampeding into my arms yelling, MOMMY!! Because, you see, ten years after that young couple said I Do, they made themselves a family, and that's really all that matters.