On the 21st
of each month, my dad brings my mom flowers to mark their “monthly”
anniversary. On the paper around the flowers he writes the number of months
they’ve been married. They were wed on October 21, 1967, and as far as I know,
my dad has never missed a month. “Happy 435” will be what he’ll write this
September.
Anniversaries
were a big deal for my parents, and as a child, I remember having trouble
understanding the jokes I heard occasionally about the husband who forgot the
anniversary. At first, I thought it meant forgetting the “monthly” anniversary,
which I could almost understand. I was horrified to learn that it meant
forgetting the actual yearly anniversary.
In my family, that would have been unthinkable. For each anniversary, my
mother would write my dad a rhyming poem detailing the events of the year. My
dad would buy or make my mom something out of the official material for that
year of marriage. They would always go someplace special for dinner — I knew it
was fancy because my mom took her small black purse, and came home with sesame
breadsticks and mints for my sister and me.
In
a couple of weeks, Bill and I will celebrate our 10th year of
marriage. I have decided to declare a jubilee year for our family, starting on
our anniversary date. I thought the Church had an excellent idea with its
Jubilee 2000 celebration, which included Masses and events throughout the year.
Like the Pope, I see no reason to contain our celebrating to one day. (And like
the Pope, what I declare in our family tends to come to pass, though not always
without dissention.)
Why a jubilee year
for a tenth anniversary? Anniversaries, much as I love them, are like
Valentine’s Day and New Year’s Eve in terms of unrealistically high
expectations for levels of fun and romance. After 10 years of marriage,
romantic nights are not as easy to come by as they used to be. Especially with
that crib in our room. A yearlong jubilee celebration gives Bill and me a
fighting chance.
A jubilee year
will be an opportunity to consciously decide to do more of those things that
brought us together in the first place. At our stage of life, marriage can
easily spin into rounds of the endless chores it takes to keep a family of five
relatively clean, healthy and well fed. But I didn’t marry my husband because I
loved the way he could scrape paint off an old window. And I know he didn’t
fall in love with me because of my outstanding ability to wipe jelly off the
face of a squirming toddler.
I fell in love
with Bill as we ran together along the banks of the Milwaukee River. It was
during these runs that we’d talk about our hopes and dreams for the future.
Now, because of schedules, we mostly run one at a time. During our jubilee
year, I am declaring that we run together at least once or twice a week. Jacob
and Liam are old enough to ride their bikes for our three-mile run and Teenasia
loves her running stroller. I’m hoping for some good conversation as the boys
race ahead and Teenasia munches on a graham cracker.
Our jubilee year
will be the chance to say “yes” more often to the best parts of marriage and
family life. We love going to Lake Michigan and looking at the water as the
kids try to skip rocks. We love family bike rides and morning picnics with
bagels and hot coffee. We all love playing ball and Frisbee. Why don’t we do
these things more often? Well, there are socks to sort and the papers from the
kids’ school seem to breed at night and multiply if left untouched. There are
big globs of blue toothpaste stuck to the side of the sink basin in the
upstairs bathroom. The porch needs repainting and Liam said he saw a mouse in
the garage.
It sometimes feels
like if we don’t keep on top of our jobs around the house, our home might
actually collapse around us. I can’t help but believe, however, that the same
must be true of our relationship as a couple. A marriage, like a house and a
yard, must be given care and time or it will start to become dilapidated.
Without time together to talk, relax and have fun, Bill and I will drift apart
and our family will suffer because of it.
The exchange of vows is the first hint a couple receives that marriage is not always easy. And during difficult times in our marriage, Bill and I lean on those vows. We hold onto the sacrament we received one sunny day in September ten years ago. We hold on, believing we are not together by chance, but because there are things we are called to do together that we cannot do separately.
This year, we’ll
try to lean on the vows less and celebrate them more. And if you stop by our
house and notice that the windows seem more smudged than usual and the lawn
needs weeding, don’t be alarmed. We’ll get to lawn and home maintenance
eventually. But during our jubilee year, we’ll do the marriage maintenance
first.
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