The Robin

Time passed in my twenties like a silent-winged robin.  Soundlessly flitting by, looking down on me from above as I spent sleepless, happy nights learning the roadmaps of Salt Lake City's streets and my now-husband's heart.  Time's feathers would ease the clock along, pushing gently towards my "future."  I would sleep though a season and awaken to slightly burnished leaves or freshly-fallen snow, knowing that time was coasting by, but at a pace with which I was comfortable.

I soon had life events that began to mark the passing time: study abroads, graduate degrees, marriage, and the like.  Sure, I'd find another silver bastard hair nestled in my dark roots every so often, but I had a job and peers that seemed to stay the same.  All of us still excited for what lay ahead, we seemed not to stagnate, but float on the wave that carried us year-to-year.

Today marks the third anniversary since I've been lucky enough to call the love of my life "husband."  I can honestly say it feels like it's been about six months since our wedding and I am reeling from how quickly these past three years have spun by us.  I have a slingshot aimed at that damned robin now, it has been much too sly in pushing the clock along now that I've found my partner in crime!

Does the time pass more quickly because we are older? Or is it because we are busier?

This upcoming year I hope to spend more time with my husband, because he has only improved with time.  I want to spend more time with the caring, strong, and hilarious man that kept me up all of those warm and blurry summer nights.  I want to thank him for carrying me through two graduate degrees and the harrows of adult life.  It is so easy to get caught up in the little details and busy-ness of day-to-day life and ignore the things we've been living for all along.

To my Shug, I thank you for being my husband and for loving me.  I love you.