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Twenty Years and Two Teens Later, These Are My New Marriage Vows

June 30, 2019
Marriage vows

This year, my husband and I will celebrate twenty years of marriage and we’ve had many discussions about how to mark the occasion. Should we take a trip? Should we throw a big party? What is the best way to commemorate the fact that our marriage has outlasted three washing machines and two water heaters?

As we’ve discussed the last twenty years, the idea of renewing our marriage vows has come up a few times. The thought of saying our vows in front of the friends and family who have been with us for the long, sometimes broken, road we’ve traveled as a couple is enticing. I admit it would be kind of cool to have our two teenage kids by our sides as we renew our commitment to each other. 

And I’d definitely pick a better wedding dress than the off the clearance rack, David’s Bridal number I wore the first time around.

But, as I’ve thought about the details beyond whether we’d have a catered affair by the beach or something small at a restaurant, I realized that the vows I said 20 years ago mean nothing.

Well, not nothing, per se, but, when I stood in front of that church two decades ago, flanked by the girls who’d seen me throw up in college bars after one too many beers, I realized that what I said on that altar 20 years ago doesn’t at all reflect where we are today. 

Marriage vows
My wedding dress still fits! From the front, ahem.

Sure, I’ll promise to love, honor and cherish again but, really, do I have to commit to demanding a courtesy flush while I’m plucking my eyebrows in the same bathroom?

Yep, the honeymoon was over a long time ago, folks.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not in it for the long haul. Far from it, in fact. 

A few years ago, my husband and I went through a rough patch. And by “rough patch,” I mean that two teens, busy jobs and a dog who likes me better than him kept us from remembering why we liked each other. But, through therapy and more growing pains than I’d like to admit, we’ve emerged to a place where I’m ready to renew our vows.

And, this is what I’d say, twenty years later:

“I, Christine, promise to take you, Hubby, to be my lawfully wedded husband. Again.

To have and to hold, but not the remote control. I mean, seriously, how is it we need four remotes to watch HGTV? How did we become those people? Isn’t there an app that will make things less complicated? I’m sorry, I digress…

From this day forward…Seriously, I’m not going anywhere. No one else will put up with my shit. I know this, now, and I love you for it all the more. 

For better or for worse…and I really pretty much mean “mostly worse.” Baseball caps, yoga pants and less is more make up is how I roll these days. But I promise to spice it up once in a while with my “fancy” bras from Target to keep things hot. You’re welcome.

To love and to cherish…except when you ask me to help you hold a wrench or a drip pan or some other contraption related to cars. I’m never going to enjoy that duty and we both know it. And it’s totally fine: you don’t have to cherish me when I ask you to deal with spiders and when I buy those expensive seltzers that make you roll your eyes. 

In good times and bad…when the dog needs a surgery that’s more than a mortgage payment, when our kid has a concussion and throws up on you at 2 am and in those moments when we are yelling loudly over something stupid, I promise that I will love you anyway. And I promise to keep yelling and only fight with you because after twenty years, you know exactly how to make up with me in all the right places.

In College Tuition, Common Core Math and AP History classes…I promise to always direct our teens towards you for math help and I will gladly edit English papers and college applications. And I promise to keep an open mind when you insist our teens go to your alma mater for college (but we both know they’ll wind up at mine so just admit it now, okay?).

In sickness and in health…with the exception of when you come down with a man cold. Because we both know I’m not equipped with enough patience to handle your snotty face. And, I promise to try to be healthy but, let’s face it: I’m never going to not want popcorn drenched in butter most nights so my hips are pretty much like this now.

For richer or for poorer…which basically means I will to try to refrain from having a spending accident at Target on the same day the air conditioner breaks but no promises. And, I promise to not complain too much when we have to forgo date night because the cost of braces is breaking the bank. But, when I receive a bonus from work or score an extra writing gig, I totally promise to share those “riches” with you.

Till death us do part…Or until the Medicare runs out for your nursing home care. Omg, I’m kidding, I swear. I’m in it to win it this time, baby. Let’s do this.

Well, what are you waiting for, honey? Plant one on me and stop rolling your eyes. 

Wait until you see the cake I ordered…and yes, I’m totally smashing your face with cake this time around. #PaybacksAreABitchDarling 

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4 Responses

  1. Absolutely love this!! This Christmas we will be together 30 years…we just hit 29 years of marriage! I was 15 he was 19…. yes we dated for quite awhile. I have been thinking a lot about renewing our vows someday-these are great! Lol

  2. Dear Christine,
    I “bumped into” your piece in the HuffPost from 2017 about your son and blowjobs. You said that you caught some flak for the way you handled that. Those critics were just scared and anxious. While it may not have seemed like it at the time, you handled in PERFECTLY.
    My wife – a journalism professor – and I were watching TV one night when our daughter, perhaps fifth grade at the time, blurts out, “Do you guys still have sex?”
    I was startled, but was preparing an answer as direct as her question when my wife just chuckled, and replied, “Of course! Where do you think you came from?”
    Damn … a much better answer than I was working up to!
    “So you still hump?” came next.
    Again, my wife laughed a bit, but not in a nervous way, and asked where Katie had heard that. Then the discussion continued until Katie was satisfied.
    What was such a surprise about this is Katie had always turned to me when she wanted the nitty gritty on almost anything, so I was surprised it was just thrown out there. My total role was to match Katie’s gaze when she was non-verbally asking, “You agree?”
    I am much older than you … 76 … and I was fortunate. In the 4th grade, I stumbled on a booklet for young women published by Modess that explained the physical details of sex. So when my father and I spoke a couple of years later, I could critique his knowledge and tell he had it all down. Then we went on to the additional details … the nonphysical and perhaps the more important ones – the ones harder to get the facts on.
    I have been eternally grateful that he was direct and gave me insights, rather than having to decode what the messages were hidden in societal silence.
    You got an “A!”

    Art

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