Anniversaries and that kind of crap

Apparently I’m feeling nostalgic or something this week. Joe and I will have been married for 12 years on Tuesday. Big Springs (in this permanent location) turns 20 in August. This month marks 14 years that I’ve been running it on my own. First of all, you’d think the imposter syndrome would’ve worn off by now, but alas, it’s still there.

Being married to a self-employed person can’t be easy. Even being a partner to someone who works at a small business has got to be challenging. Our hours are irregular and time off is not only unpaid but sporadic. You get dragged in to crazy projects (Joe helped me install new vinyl flooring in the bathroom here last week when it was over 100 degrees outside plus hundreds of tasks over the years, and John Thomas has had to put in lights, water heaters, and god knows what else). Thank you.

One day last week Joe made dinner for me. He actually told me I should blog about it, so I am. He lit the grill, made us hot dogs with toasted buns, canned baked beans, chips and French onion dip. It was glorious.

I haven’t decided yet how I want to celebrate Big Springs’s anniversary. I think I realized that it doesn’t matter how I mark the occasion, even if it’s just this silly little blog post.