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Good morning, Friday. It's a beautiful day here in New York City, made even more beautiful by the fact it's my 10-year wedding anniversary today. Hard to believe but wow 10 years sure go by in a blink.
For those of you that don't know our story, David and I met through a dear and mutual friend of ours 12 years ago. Funny thing is this friend of ours once introduced me to another friend of his, and things did not end well (my bad), which resulted in said friend to cease speaking to me for years. But in the year 2000, right before my 30th birthday, I ran into him in midtown and out of the blue, he told me there was someone he wanted me to meet. As I mentioned, we stopped being friends because I snapped his other friend's heart in two, so the fact that he was offering up another victim was a bit odd. Somehow he knew that David was the one for me and I was the one for him, so for this, I am immeasurably grateful.
David and I met one balmy summer night at a friend's place in Gramercy- at first I was not sure where the night would go, but a group walk down to the Lower East Side was a window into the years to come. As we walked and laughed en masse, David caught up with me and asked me, quite simply, "what's your deal?" Monotone like. Quietly like. Cool as could be. But how on Earth does one answer such a question. What's funny is I don't remember my answer, but we filled the inky New York night with our stories and tales and laughter, and that was pretty much that. We walked a ways uptown after we left, him saying goodnight to me as we went our separate ways. We were both coming out of a good deal of misery in the relationship department, we were each way skinnier than we should have been, and we each had a very cynical view of the world.
The next day at work I received an mp3 of the Ratt song "Round and Round", from David. We had talked about our love for that song the night before, and I was over the moon that this guy was sending me this ridiculous yet amazing jam, as well as remembering how much fun we had the night before. After that, things proceeded quickly, and I do believe we fell in love in the span of a week. I'll never forget the first time he stayed at my house, and the feeling I had when he left- it pretty much broke my heart, even though I knew I would see him again- I just felt so empty without him there. And that's when I knew I would be with him forever. And the rest as they say, is history.
And through the years, from getting married in Vegas just us two with a rabbi that looked like Kenny Rogers to living in New York during 9/11 to the blackout to our rent controlled one bedroom in Soho where David couldn't stand up in the shower, we were there for each other, laughing most of the time but dealing with some very real shit along the way. We left New York in 2004 and I'm convinced I was a complete nightmare as I tried to break up with the city I loved more than anything while keeping my marriage alive. Eventually, Miami became a reluctant home, and our careers took off, with some missed beats in between. It's not easy to be married and work the way we have all these years- but we know that we are in each other's lives forever, and that part of marriage is navigating the murk and stress so that when you go on vacations and sip rum punch in Jamaica or hear Otis Redding play in a coffee shop up in the hills of the Montmartre, you know why you found this person so compelling, so astounding, so amazingly funny and attractive and wonderful.
There is nobody else in this world that gets me like David, there's nobody I'd rather wake up next to, and there's nobody else I can't wait to listen to a new album with, show a new spot in our neighborhood to, or tell a story about how gross somebody on the subway was this morning. Because he still hangs on to my words, he's still the exception to all of my rules (of which there are many), and I'm so proud of who he is, and who he has made me. I'm just so damn lucky he wanted to know my deal, and now that deal, ten years later, is firmly entrenched in our lives back here in the city I love, with a fuzzy little dog son and a happy home. We never got around to having kids, because I think deep down we knew that just us two was just fine with us. Khan rounds that out nicely, sans poopy diapers and teenage angst. Plus, he's absolutely the funniest person I've ever met, and that goes a very long way when shit inevitably hits the fan. Ladies, ladies, ladies, and gentlemen- do not cohabitate or mate with someone who doesn't crack you up every day. It's not worth it. It helps so very much.
So that's pretty much the story between David and I- I'm a better woman because of him, and I hope I make him a better man. I treasure our lives together and all of our journeys and odysseys and discoveries. I also enjoy just sitting on the sofa with him, watching one of our favorite shows and ordering in for dinner, with Khan firmly doughnuted between us. I'm pretty excited for this next phase of our lives together, and look forward to a million more years together, of discovering what our deals are over and over again. Love you baby and happy anniversary. And that's what's up this decade of marriage kind of Friday in my lovely New York, a city which despite all of its annoyances, is the city where I met my boo, 12 years ago, and provided an apt setting to fall very deeply in love. Mwah. Love rules. XO