Five Year Pie

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don’t think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk

We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
- David Bowie

(Okay, so it's not exactly a song befitting five years of wedded bliss, but i'm willing to fudge a little, just to use a Bowie quote.)
Sometimes my brain does hurt, from thinking about how crazy it is that we met the way we did, and thinking about all of the times that we could have met each other before we did, but the fates knew we weren't ready for each other yet.
Here's an idea: Let's get Aunt Eeetsa to watch the offspring, hit Crave for dinner, and then go out and get really drunk. Just like we did five years ago after our wedding. You deserve it, after putting up with my ass for five years. Who knows? Maybe Porn King will stop by at 4 a.m. with Subway. Now that's romance.
These have been the happiest five years of my life. Despite the five trips to the hospital. Despite the sleepness nights, and the responsibilities, and the dragon poops, and the trappings of adulthood. Despite the football affiliations that repel like two magnets.
I love our mornings together. I love Friday night pasta and ice cream. I love the feeling I get when I think about getting into the Rodeo and opening up your tape case, seeing your nerd fonts, and the smile I had on my face. I love that we can have lunches with the kids at the park. I love our dinner ticklefests. I love our bedtime giggles - You are a dream weaver and you can do magic. I love that you love to cook out, and watch football, and go to a Braves game or the Zoo at the drop of a hat. I adore walking at festivals and junk markets with you. I think the cutest thing ever is when you mix a jack and coke and make the ice clinkclinkclink with your finger. I love driving with you at dusk and listening to Deserter's Songs or I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One. I love sitting on a windy Oregon coast, drinking beer and watching the sunset. I love playing the jukebox and all day pool with you in New Orleans, and that you would drive to Slidell to traipse hot, wet cemeteries with me, just to satisfy my silly obsessions. I love standing with you on the fortress wall in Orvieto and walking with you in Venice at night. I love that I just knew.
I love that you are up for exploring the side roads - How did I get so lucky as to find a man that relishes the journey as much or more than the destination? Because, really, that is what it is all about: Not the reaching of our goals, but the dreaming of them and working towards them together. That's the Pie.

Your girl for always,
Annie