The First Fourteen Years
Marriages don't last anymore. The whole concept of marriage seems to have fallen victim to the same sort of cheapening that afflicts a lot of other things.
Marriages were once put together like my 1964 Cadillac Coupe de Ville: solid, dignified, carefully constructed. These days, marriages more closely resemble my 2002 Saturn; they can last forever if you make it a high priority to take good care of them, but they lack the inherent longevity that comes with taking your craft seriously and creating something from the very beginning that is designed to endure unforeseen hardships.
On May 4, 1991, Mrs. Supreme Aglet and I endeavored to create the marital equivalent of a 1964 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. I'm very fortunate and blessed that she was--and is--an unusually skilled engineer. Somehow, this marriage has overcome my serious character flaws and has developed into something that is far, far more than the sum of its parts.
On reflection, it's difficult for me to think of any serious conflict over those fourteen years. I know we've had arguments, and I'm pretty sure I've been angry with my wife just as I have caused her to be angry with me from time to time. But I can honestly say that there has never been one moment of regret for the commitment that was made fourteen years ago today. Not one moment.
I don't know for sure if Mrs. Supreme Aglet can say the same thing; but if she can, then blame me. I can be a real butthole. Likewise, even if the thought ever has crossed her mind, I give her a great deal of credit for not following it to its logical conclusion. Doing so comes with a great deal of societal support, an abundance of choices for an affordable and enthusiastic attorney, and the prospect of finding a more sensitive and caring partner who can properly express himself without putting on his red tights and assuming his blog identity.
This marriage has produced two economy-sized versions of ourselves, (for those who are analogistically challenged, that is a reference to our two children). Despite my misgivings about the prospect of taking on such a difficult, consuming, and often heart-breaking responsibility as rearing children, I can't imagine life without these two little people. (The Supreme Aglet reserves the right to amend the foregoing once the children morph into pot-smoking parent-hating teenagers; but they're perfect right now, and I'm certain that I'll love them no less even after they're properly instructed by Hollywood and the music industry to despise Mrs. Supreme Aglet and me.)
To celebrate the occasion, I will be taking Mrs. Supreme Aglet out for a quiet dinner away from the responsibilities of home and mother. Okay, maybe I'll also pick up a card--but what else could she want? I wrote this nice blog piece, didn't I?
Happy 14th anniversary, Mrs. Supreme Aglet, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
Marriages were once put together like my 1964 Cadillac Coupe de Ville: solid, dignified, carefully constructed. These days, marriages more closely resemble my 2002 Saturn; they can last forever if you make it a high priority to take good care of them, but they lack the inherent longevity that comes with taking your craft seriously and creating something from the very beginning that is designed to endure unforeseen hardships.
On May 4, 1991, Mrs. Supreme Aglet and I endeavored to create the marital equivalent of a 1964 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. I'm very fortunate and blessed that she was--and is--an unusually skilled engineer. Somehow, this marriage has overcome my serious character flaws and has developed into something that is far, far more than the sum of its parts.
On reflection, it's difficult for me to think of any serious conflict over those fourteen years. I know we've had arguments, and I'm pretty sure I've been angry with my wife just as I have caused her to be angry with me from time to time. But I can honestly say that there has never been one moment of regret for the commitment that was made fourteen years ago today. Not one moment.
I don't know for sure if Mrs. Supreme Aglet can say the same thing; but if she can, then blame me. I can be a real butthole. Likewise, even if the thought ever has crossed her mind, I give her a great deal of credit for not following it to its logical conclusion. Doing so comes with a great deal of societal support, an abundance of choices for an affordable and enthusiastic attorney, and the prospect of finding a more sensitive and caring partner who can properly express himself without putting on his red tights and assuming his blog identity.
This marriage has produced two economy-sized versions of ourselves, (for those who are analogistically challenged, that is a reference to our two children). Despite my misgivings about the prospect of taking on such a difficult, consuming, and often heart-breaking responsibility as rearing children, I can't imagine life without these two little people. (The Supreme Aglet reserves the right to amend the foregoing once the children morph into pot-smoking parent-hating teenagers; but they're perfect right now, and I'm certain that I'll love them no less even after they're properly instructed by Hollywood and the music industry to despise Mrs. Supreme Aglet and me.)
To celebrate the occasion, I will be taking Mrs. Supreme Aglet out for a quiet dinner away from the responsibilities of home and mother. Okay, maybe I'll also pick up a card--but what else could she want? I wrote this nice blog piece, didn't I?
Happy 14th anniversary, Mrs. Supreme Aglet, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.
posted by The Supreme Aglet at 5:40 AM
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