This site remains active partly due to the automatic renewal on the domain (well done squarespace). Being that is the case, might as well add some content. Actually, I have two exceedingly good reasons to write: a wedding anniversary and Sarvan's birthday!
Yes, if you can believe it, we celebrated our one year anniversary in September. This was in fact a rather remarkable occasion for reasons unrelated to rising divorce rates. Let me explain -
Having contracted a rare tropical illness on our honeymoon, for a while it seemed I might make a widower out of Sarvan. Thankfully, that threat seems to have passed and we're now grateful to be enjoying less dramatic marital plots, such as dealing with home repairs and planning vacations. Although complete recovery still eludes me, the sobering nature of the situation has rendered a new appreciation for my husband.
[Perhaps someday I'll address the details of my illness in another blog post. Goodness knows I could write volumes on the experience. If you've been in contact with me in the last year, I'll put your mind at ease - it's nothing contagious.]
So, last September, Sarvan and I met at the Gurdwara in Oak Creek to be officially wed. Had it been a traditional western ceremony, Sarvan would have uttered something like "...in sickness and in health" during vows and people would have been able to reference it to highlight the ridiculous timing of my malady. Because from the moment the plane delivered us from our honeymoon and lasting, well - hopefully not much longer, Sarvan's caregiver skills have been tested in one marathon session. I imagine from his perspective it must have seemed that shortly after the paperwork was signed, his bride was switched for someone with the frail constitution and endurance of a geriatric. Certainly not what he signed up for. At least not immediately, right? (everyone would do well here to agree that I am, after all, somewhat youthful and therefore could reasonably expect to enjoy several more self-reliant decades)
Obviously not an ideal way to spend our first year of marriage, and yet with it came the benefit of some pretty important insight:
- It's possible I'm not the most gracious patient. Some might apply the term occasionally intolerable or moderately hostile, to which I both take offense and reluctantly agree.
- While I've always known my husband to be an incredibly thoughtful and patient caretaker, I assumed even he had his limits. Turns out I've yet to find them. So he's either a saint or completely insane. I have my guess. I'll leave you yours.
- My husband makes good on his promises. In our shared history, he's only ever made three. He's not the type to throw the word around. All three occurred at our wedding reception (my favorite part of his infamous speech). He promised he'd always love me; I'd never be bored; we'd always have fun. Circumstances have not made it easy for him to deliver on these points - and yet, I never doubted he would.
It is with my newfound wisdom that I look forward to Sarvan's birthday as a well overdue chance to celebrate him and all his wonderfulness. I'm not sure I've ever formally thanked him for the herculean effort he manages in support of me and my recovery. I'll leverage this public platform to say that I am most humbly and with all of my heart thankful for him and the happiness he brings. In spite of my confidence in his promises, I do not take him for granted. I'm incredibly fortunate to be the recipient of his love. A more private venue will be better suited for delivering the remainder of my gratitude.
Today I wish my love the happiest of birthdays. There is to me no one more deserving of celebration.