Nine years and still running strong…just like a Norge
I’ve been lagging on posting my anniversary post for several days now. Mostly because I wanted that perfect photo to go with the post and since taking a portrait together didn’t work out, I had to think of something more creative. Leave it Toby to give me the inspiration for this shot.
It’s our fridge. Our Norge that I bought way back in 1996 with an old roommate. We bought it used. I’ve written about it before. It was an ugly mustard color but Toby and I painted it red. That was before we were married.
The other day, on our anniversary—the twenty-fifth to be exact, I commented to Toby that our refrigerator sure has held up a long time. We’ve had it for more than ten years and it’s only broken down once. He laughed and said something along the lines of how ancient it is, even older than our marriage. We got a good laugh out of that, thinking about how our marriage is still going strong after nine years just like a Norge.
I don’t know what it is about that name “Norge” that always cracks me up. It’s just so matter-of-fact and unapologetic. Like the name Marge or barge. It’s not glamourous at all but it’s good and sturdy like an old refrigerator built to last. Which is sort of like our marriage.
I can’t even believe it myself that we’ve lasted this long. It was rocky in the beginning. I expected a lot and was never happy. When I think back on it, I was a real pain in the neck. A whiney, bitchy, yucky person to be around. I complained all the time and was forever moping about how Toby didn’t hold up to my idea of what good husband should be. I never even thought about what would make a good wife. I was so immature. It’s a good thing I was a lot cuter back then than I am now because I don’t know why Toby would put up with me.
As time went on things got so much better. We talk about it a lot. We were so different back then, opposites really. It’s not that I’ve changed him (though I tried, believe me, I tried) or he’s changed me but we’ve both adapted to suit each other. I never saw it coming. It just happened.
I think having Baby Bug was the turning point for me. I know that is sad considering that we were married for seven years before she was born but it’s true. I was always looking for a way out before she came along. I always secretly thought I could do better on my own. But once we had a kid, I stopped looking at the cracks and started trying to fill them for her instead. I don’t want to bore you with the lovey dovey crap but changing my perspective like that was exactly what I needed to do to be happy.
Now I’m so thankful. Toby could have been a horrible guy. I was so blind when I chose him. (Do you see those shoes?!! And skinny jeans were not in style in 1999. But please ignore this parenthesis.) I went from having all my decisions made for me by my very close-knit family to wandering blindly by myself, having no clue what decision to make. It was a scary time back then. I think I stayed in the relationship so long because I didn’t know how to get out of it.
It would have been nice if I had a more active part in the decisions I made back then. I remember going to a counselor during the months before we were married and going through boxes and boxes of tissues as I cried rivers over whether or not I should get married. I really didn’t know what I was doing.
But now, in hind sight, I’m glad I was clueless. I might have turned Toby down if I had a clue. I might have passed him over because he didn’t have a solid career or a plan for the future. He didn’t have a savings account, he had years of debt. He wasn’t from the same religious background I was from. He came from a broken home… He was a bad choice on paper.
But maybe there was some part of me that recognized that he is a good guy because now it’s nine years later and he is a the best father and a wonderful husband. He has a good job and a solid grip on where our future is going. Every day I’m more and more thankful I did stay with him. I love him more and more every year that goes by.
I hope we last for ninety-nine more years.
Love the Norge simile in the title of the post. Very clever ;) Happy anniversary!
Ahh now I know why that building looks so familiar, its the fancy pants Empress Hotel in Victoria, Vancouver Island”. They have the most divine rose bud teacups for sale in the gift store of that hotel. Sigh, when I am rich I am going back. You flew in a sea plane – how exciitng. I love the sound of them as they land.
i LOVED this post. i’ve followed along on your blog for years and always felt you and toby matched eachother so perfectly. what a beautiful way you have with words and what a tribute to such an incredible couple and such an amazing 9 years. i hope your anniversary was extraordinary. <3
carrien (she laughs at the days)
Kay, I love this post.
It’s just so very honest, and true.
I had to learn a lot of the same lessons.
How we think about marriage is at least half of the battle. And choosing whether or not to look at the cracks or the things in between really does make all the difference in the world.
I’m glad BB helped you to start looking at the good things and not just the cracks.
Ahhh Victoria! I knew I knew those buildings ;)
Happy Anniversary and thanks for the wonderfully true look at marriage. I am 2 1/2 years into my second one and the first only lasted three years (not my idea). We all come into marriage with such huge expectations…sometimes I don’t even think you realize them until you say ‘I do’ or wake up in your house together that first day. From that moment on, you expect your perfect husband…not the guy you have been dating this whole time who just happens to have your ring on his finger. Hilarious really. Especially when, as a woman, I just went from girlfriend to wife in ten seconds and he wondered where the spontaneous person who would rather go out than cook, clean and pick up his socks went. Here’s to many more for both of us!
So did Toby ever tell you what he thought of this post?
After 10 years of dating, and 6 years of marriage, I knew exactly what you’re talking about when you described being a whiney immature bitch, thinking you could do better on your own – and then you have a baby together, and you realize it’s not all about you and you realize how lucky you are to have such an incredible husband and father for your family. Maybe that’s why everybody always encourages married couples to have a baby! Your line about filling in the cracks for BB is beautiful and inspiring. Thanks for sharing – and LOVE the pictures and especially your hats! You look so Winona Ryder in that third picture!
I happened to be looking at the weather map this morning and there is a town in Oklahoma called Norge. How funny!
“Norge” is also a small town between Richmond and Williamsburg, Virginia.
Oh and yeah what a great commentary on marriage! We were really young (21 and 22), goodness, I was the first person in my family to get married in 60 years so you can imagine what I knew. At first I thought what were we thinking but now I’m glad we jumped in. That was 18 years ago! Even if that sounds like a long time, life is short.
Happy anniversary! :) We are at the big four month mark, hehe. Yea, not all rainbows and cotton candy but we’re together through good times AND bad. Excited for the journey and looking at yours makes me smile.