Tuesday, September 2nd was my wedding anniversary. I had plans of writing about Our special day. Interestingly enough, right before I jumped in my car at the end of my work day to write in the quietness and comfort of my home, I fell in a deep conversation with my friend Josh about people, reality and love. At one point Josh stated, “I don’t like your reality…” and I know he said this because I have a talent for reading people phenomenally well. The truth is the kid doesn’t like when I give him my version of what “The Real World” is like. And in all honesty, it isn’t fair that I give him crude examples of how shitty people can really be. After this convo with Josh (A.K.A. Smelly Cat) I realized that what I had initially thought about writing about my anniversary no longer had validity because all the passion I would have put in my writing was gone. So instead I want to share a small story of the moment I confirmed Jaime is THE ONE. (FYI….FUN FACT ABOUT JOHANA #2: The Kid did not believe in the ideology of THE ONE while growing up.)
Jaime and I took advantage of some time off and went to Barcelona, Spain. While we were there, one morning we were enjoying some fresh fruit, juice, cured ham, and some warm empanadas. As we ate, we raved at how amazing this tiny cup of juice was, we noticed an old homeless man walking around begging for money. As we observed him, we noticed many people ignored him or shooed him away. He finally walked up to us, and asked for money. Jaime responded to him in Spanish and said “I do not have change to give you BRO. But if you would like some fruit, empanadas and juice you are more than welcome to have mine.” (YEAH…Jaime said “BRO”). He stared at Jaime and shrugged his shoulders and said “Gracias“. Jaime gave him his food and although the encounter was brief, it melted my heart. As I stood there, silent and teary eyed, I thought, “I’m so proud that this guy is MY husband”.
I love him. I give him a lot of grief, and he drives me insane, but I love him. I know what you are thinking “Typical… she is about to get extremely fuzzy and loving…” but in all honesty, fuzziness is not my forte. I won’t pretend marriage is not difficult, it has a million wonderful moments, but the reality of marriage is…it is hard work. Of course, I understand that every relationship is different…but they all have their own set of problems. I didn’t want to write about how much we love each other and how wonderful our life has been and how we are just a perfect couple, because we aren’t!. Sure we laugh, we enjoy each others company, we are best friends, and I truly believe we bring out the best in each other. BUT (it’s a big BUTT too) that doesn’t mean that sometimes we don’t disagree (for example, he likes the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim….What the HELL is that?….That’s not even in LOS ANGELES…UGH…Anyway…moving on), we bicker and at times the arguements are so ridiculous that we question….”Why are we arguing again?”.
Here is the truth…neither one of us is perfect. We are both flawed, but this is what makes our relationship worth it. What I mean is, I know he loves me because he puts up with me when I am stressed out, moody and at times unbearable with my narisictic neuroticism, but Jaime never makes me feel terrible for this…at the end of the day, he makes me feel like I’m perfect.
With all of that said, Jaimito… Thank you for being the best travel partner (Primarily for taking me wherever I wanted to go), Thank you for taking care of me and Morrison (we appreciate it), Thank you for going to Culinary school before we got married (Because YOU really are the best cook i’ve ever encountered and lets face it, we would be roughin’ it up right now because I do not cook as well as you do) and lastly, Thank you for growing up to be the man i’ve always wanted to marry. I fucking love you!