On this day, 10 years ago, Mr. Wild Dingo and I were performing a rumba for 160 people. Ten years ago, when we said "I do," neither one of us dreamed we'd be living abroad. Our wedding seems like a lifetime ago. The last 3,652 days have been filled with humor, happiness, stress, change, growth and more humor. I've thanked the universe every day for crossing our paths.
We met each other through bicycling and our dates revolved around our rides. He even proposed while we were on a bike ride one evening in the mountains. At sunset, at the top of the mountain, he stopped, feigned a problem with my derailleur and made me get off the bike. He got down on one knee and found the "problem"--a diamond rock seemed to be causing the noise. I considered the question and before I answered I asked, "Are there any matching earrings in that derailleur?" Hey, you can't blame a girl for trying to negotiate a higher price before signing the contract, can you?
But seriously, how lucky am I to be married to someone who not only shares a common interest but is open to sharing some of my own? He knew dancing and ballroom were both longterm hobbies of mine and went as far as to study a year of ballroom before our wedding--at his suggestion, not mine. He's still bugging me to find some ballroom classes here in French so we can multi-task and learn two things at once. I know. All you ladies totally want to slap me huh? But wait.
Last night I asked him for help with my iPod player because I needed it for a yoga class I was teaching in the morning. And he was generous enough to fix it for me and teach me how to work the remote. I also told him to wake me up at 7 so I could leave at 8 a.m.
This morning, while I was making our orange-bananna-pineapple-pomegranate smoothies, with a healthy scoop of fiber (because we're old as dirt now), he asked me, "So why are you up so early today?"
"Because I'm running away with a man who actually listens to me," I tell him.
Don't worry Internet. It's not like he's actually listening.
Happy Anniversary Honey. No matter what I say, I wouldn't change you for another. Even if his ears were working.
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