Over / Under

Friday is our 6th wedding anniversary.
Crazy.
Normally, I would post a wedding photo. But the husband is turning 30 in less than a month, and he has become a wee bit sensitive to how much he has aged in the last few years. So, its Aruba instead.
We haven’t spent our anniversary together since we were in Aruba for our second. And that last two years we weren’t even the same time zone.
This year, the husband will actually be home. Sadly, he is home for about 36 hours before he hits the road again. I think he planned it this way. With that time frame it wasn’t even worth trying to convince him that a trip to Aruba would be the perfect way to celebrate. It is where we spent the last anniversary we actually were together for. After 3 years without him, I think the refresher course on how to celebrate together would be in order.
But alas.
We will be going out to lunch while Three is still in daycare after I get out of work. Or maybe we’ll just go see Toy Story 3. Its not an anniversary around here if we actually talk to each other!
What I want to know is if hitting the 6 year mark has busted through to the over of the under / over that I am sure was being bet on (either formally or informally) by our relatives. My mom scoffs at this idea, but with the great drama and resulting invitation wording switheroo that happened once we decided that the catholic church wasn’t going to have anything to do with our wedding/marriage, she managed to escape reading the RSVP cards that told us that our marriage was doomed, our kids would essentially be bastards, how dare we invite someone to a wedding where god would not be present, and my personal favorite: ‘you have ruined Mickey Mouse for us’.
Yeah, that was as fun as it sounds. I can laugh about it. NOW. At the time, not so much.
So far, the naysayers are pretty disappointed. I am not going to pretend that our marriage is perfect and that we never fight. Because we do. We are both part Italian. And I have some Irish in me. We are super stubborn people. But at the end of the day (okay, I admit it, sometimes the next morning) we always have way more fun together than apart. Even if I am not very good at admitting when I’m wrong.
Besides, what all the god-fairing catholic folks don’t know is that we have St. Claire watching over us.
I think she is why we never fight over the TiVo remote. Thus saving our marriage.