Jeremy fell (again) on a trail bike ride this past Sunday. Again, the wounds seemed superficial – a bruised spot below the rib, a scrape on the inner right ankle where his foot slipped from the pedal and hit the exposed skin. He did calisthenics on Monday without problem. On Tuesday, he decided to bike to work. It’s about a 20 mile ride and he left at 6:30 am. The ride was uneventful and not painful; he was having fun and going fast. Then I got a text from him at 11am saying that the bike ride was not such a good idea. His ankle was swollen and it hurt to even walk. The Tuesday ride to work must have aggravated something that he had more deeply injured on Sunday. He’s been downing ibuprofen and icing it. Poor guy, he’s a bundle of injuries right now.
Today is our 16th wedding anniversary. It’s been a long time. So much happens in 16 years, lots of good stuff. Lots of bad stuff. Mostly just regular stuff. I got married when I was 25 and, of course, I just didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. The trick to the whole thing is to think that you are the lucky one in the relationship. That (thank god!) you found someone to put up with your shit with humor and laughter and will gently call you out on the crap that you do and also support you when you need the help even when you think you don’t need help. Jeremy told me this morning that he thinks he’s the lucky one, but trust me on this: I’m the lucky one.