Men are Such Whiners

Mr. G had his surgery Thursday. He came home in a drug induced haze and my mother handed him a bell to ring so he could summon me. The ringing of the bell was unpleasant but very likely felt about 8,000 times better than my husband’s head did after being cut open. As much as that bell irritated me, my husband never did. Maybe I live in an alternate universe but I’m really surprised when the first things folks expect to hear from me is that my husband is a …

Sometimes Marriage Matters

Last week I had breakfast with a girlfriend who was explaining her back and forth issues with a boyfriend of six years. She wasn’t sure if they belonged together because they were so different. When Mr. G and I had been together six years we celebrated our fourth anniversary and if I’m doing the math correctly I’d have been about 9 months pregnant with Alexander (our second). Mr. G and I are very different but I think we were often too busy to notice. For a time, a very short …

This the Soy Sauce that Will Keep Me Married

  Last night at dinner Mr. G made a face. Not a face you’d recognize, not even a face the rest of his family would recognize. He has a peculiar way of pushing food around while mini-sneering and then taking smaller than necessary bites. Only 15 years of marriage and a few extra for dating would make that face a recognizable one. He didn’t like my dinner. Mr. G then failed every IQ test ever administered and said, “I don’t really like this cut of meat. Maybe next time you …

Fifteen Years

Today is our fifteenth anniversary. Minutes ago I submitted my first article to Parenting Magazine. It’s a short essay about how I actually love my Mother In Law. Marrying him was so much more than just the two of us. Now there are four of us and anyone who wants to marry our kids will also get us, though that’s all very far off. I wish I was home but I’m still with the girls here in Arizona. They’re having the time of their lives playing volleyball, hanging out at …

Missing Wedding Bands

In 1996 standing on the Westminster Bridge with the city of London and Big Ben all decked out for Christmas, Mr. G asked me to be his wife. He had a small diamond ring that had been my Grandmothers. It was vaguely sentimental, but mostly pragmatic as we were both young and our savings were meager. In 2007 Mr. G and I went to a favorite jewelry store and he bought me a diamond band to go with the ring. Like the engagement ring it was delicate. I loved it …