Today marks three years since Mrs. B and I said "I do."
And at the passing of each of those years, I've tried to write something profound about being a good husband and so on. It'll no doubt make some of you laugh to read what might appear to be angst after just three years, 'cause you've been married since wedding bands were made of ivory and flint and hard-packed dirt. But cut me some slack. I'm still learning.
Anyway, this year I don't have any profound lessons learned to share with you.
We made it another year. And I'm a year humbler, and a year deeper in love with my wife.
That's right, no shame!
I still haven't learned to forgo the last word and go to the neutral corner when we're sparring over something stupid. I could stand to do that more often.
I still haven't learned to get out of bed extra early sometimes to accommodate Mrs. B's early rising schedule and keep her company. I could stand to do that more often.
I still haven't learned to grit my teeth and smile while cleaning the litter box of the stupid cat who plucks my nerves and scratches my stuff. I could stand to do that more often - grit my teeth and smile, not clean that box more often. I have my limits.
I still haven't learned to put my foot down and assert myself at times that I know she's pushing my buttons in a passive-aggressive effort to get me to assert myself. I could stand to do that more often.
I still haven't learned to tell Mrs. B she looks pretty everyday. I remember to do it sometimes. But I could stand to do that more often.
And I still haven't learned to say "I love you" enough. But when is enough? I could stand to do that more often.
All things considered though, I have no regrets. What I do have is 12 months to work on these things.