Thirty-Four Things about Us

Two kids

Five houses (plus, 

Two apartment rentals, the first with the mattress on cinderblocks, the hand-me-down furniture, the green shag carpet, a scraggly plant) (the house we live in now with the real beds and the furniture you made, the hardwood floors and multiple gardens overtaking the yard)

Two dogs

Two cats

Three fish (two orange, one blue) 

Eleven vehicles (one stolen, but that was before we were married) (three of the cars, generous gifts from loved ones) (I am not counting the kids’ cars.)

Speaking of the kids. They are not kids anymore, but sometimes, when they tilt their heads a certain way, you can see the baby in them, the fat red cheeks, the chattery toddler, the school aged body weighted down by a backpack, the slouch of a teenager, the swing of long hair, the wave goodbye at the airport, the graduation caps, the weddings, the gathering into our family

a second daughter, a second son 

add another dog

Have you been counting? We are up to 30. Okay, I’ll wait while you check the math (Two dogs?—you’re forgetting Handy the greyhound. Three fish?—remember our son had the two orange ones, Goldie and Fishie. Our daughter had the blue.) For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, and we haven’t even gotten to the sickness and health part yet, 

the Three scary hospital stays, the divvying out of pills, the chicken soup, the cups of tea; the bad times (we lived through a global pandemic! and mourned lost family members and put beloved pets to sleep and fought over money, screaming at each other and stalking off to sulk, how stubborn we were and how silly), the good times 

because aren't there so many more that are good? Not only the vacations and celebrations, the school concerts (why do we still own three violas?) the hikes through the woods and walks along beaches, the fancy dinners, 

but also, the everyday meals, hundreds of them, thousands? (the chocolate chip pancakes and the spaghetti sauce, the lunches packed, the hotdogs on the grill), the walks around the block, the long car trips, the nights curled up in front of the TV. 

Thirty-four years ago, could we ever have imagined now? Could we have known how lucky we were at age twenty-two and twenty-three, when we promised to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, 

when we said, I do.