Do you remember where you were eight years ago today? What you wore? Probably not. If you’re a history buff, this day might hold some meaning for you (just a glance at March 29th’s Wikipedia page will give you an interesting history lesson!). But for most of the world 29 March 2008 was an average early spring day.
It’s interesting how inconsequential a day, a time, a moment can be to the world at large, and yet it can change your entire life forever. I remember where I was. I remember what I wore. But that was the day that I became Mrs. Joshimus Rex so it’s a day I’ll never forget. Oh, the memories aren’t as clear as they are for some, but I spent most of the day kind of floating – there were things I didn’t remember about the day that night. But I remember that moment when the doors opened and I walked into the ballroom at the Elks lodge where my parents are members and I saw Sir Joshimus, and he saw me. And I remember the love.
Our life together didn’t start there and then, though. Not with a single moment that can be used to mark time. It started with long nights and insane weekends. Quiet week nights where we pretended we weren’t falling in love, even though everyone could see it but us. Our lives changed slowly over the course of years to get us to that moment where we stood there, in front of our families, and promised to love one another forever.
But, of course, that moment – that quiet spring Saturday – marks time for us every year. But it isn’t enough. I don’t want to look back on our life together and remember marking the days once a year. I want to look back and remember the feeling of riding Buttercup. I want to remember the way Sir Joshimus’s eyes shine when he tells a particularly painful joke and he knows I’m going to groan before the words ever leave his mouth. I want to remember how, even in times of deepest grief, he has always been the one I turned to because I knew without a doubt that his arms would hold me together while I fell apart. And knowing that I am the same for him.
Our eighth anniversary is no big deal, really – it’s not a major milestone like 5, 10, or 20. But that’s just the point, and why I love that our wedding day is a largely unimportant footnote in history. Just another anniversary. Just a regular spring day where I was in love. Because that’s what today is – just another spring day where I was in love. And it lets me remember all those other average days where I was in love. Because for all the bright and exciting, the dark and devastating, the days where I will remember all the details, it is the every days that make us who we are as people, who Sir Joshimus and I are as a couple.
If you’re just marking time today – in your relationships, in your job, in your life – remember that life isn’t about events. Life is about moments. The mundane. The ordinary. The every days. Those are what are most precious.