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Jun. 26th, 2009 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsOmaha and I are celebrating our 20th Anniversary today.
It doesn't feel like much of a party. I still don't have a job, we're short on money, we've just wound up one court battle with Der Ex and we're about to plunge into another, we're living with your ordinary stressy moody teenage girl, and her younger sister doesn't understand what's wrong with her.
But still, it's a good milestone, twenty years. Half the passing lifetime. Omaha has stood behind me, sometimes pushing, sometimes just standing me up. I'd like to think that I could survive adulthood without such help, and probably I could, but I'm happy that I don't have to. She stayed during a crisis as bad as anything that happened to any upstanding congressional moralist recently, and she decided that despite my faults and transgressions she'd keep on and we'd raise our children together, as a family.
I love and adore her, and sometimes I feel so hopeless to express it, so inconsiderate when I fail, and so troubled when I get it wrong.
Twenty years is a long time, and I'm aiming for sixty more, and every day I make little notes to myself in my to-do list trying to be a better man for my wife, and a better father for my children. Omaha has been the light and the love of my life, and when stress doesn't let that light shine as brightly as it could, I do everything I understand that I can do to polish the lenses and fuel the flame, because that's what she deserves.
It doesn't feel like much of a party. I still don't have a job, we're short on money, we've just wound up one court battle with Der Ex and we're about to plunge into another, we're living with your ordinary stressy moody teenage girl, and her younger sister doesn't understand what's wrong with her.
But still, it's a good milestone, twenty years. Half the passing lifetime. Omaha has stood behind me, sometimes pushing, sometimes just standing me up. I'd like to think that I could survive adulthood without such help, and probably I could, but I'm happy that I don't have to. She stayed during a crisis as bad as anything that happened to any upstanding congressional moralist recently, and she decided that despite my faults and transgressions she'd keep on and we'd raise our children together, as a family.
I love and adore her, and sometimes I feel so hopeless to express it, so inconsiderate when I fail, and so troubled when I get it wrong.
Twenty years is a long time, and I'm aiming for sixty more, and every day I make little notes to myself in my to-do list trying to be a better man for my wife, and a better father for my children. Omaha has been the light and the love of my life, and when stress doesn't let that light shine as brightly as it could, I do everything I understand that I can do to polish the lenses and fuel the flame, because that's what she deserves.
