Third Wedding Anniversary

Over the last few months it has become abundantly clear

The depths of chill, the true zen, I was only kind of aware

It’s far greater that ever I could have known or guessed

It is really very hard to get him upset, worried or stressed

The height of his humour, when threat of sickness leans in

And contentedness when captive, these four walls within

While I am here freaking out over stats on the couch

He’s nonchalant, in ergonomic chair, avoiding the slouch

Into gut-shaking anxiety about our maladied society,

Grooving along in his introverted zone, filling up his time

With spreadsheets, video games, and the occasional red wine

He happily straddles passionate outrage and caring so deeply

Whilst blasé, nonplussed, not giving a shit simultaneously

Even after weeks of uncertainty in his career, then being let go

He was unphased, optimistically ready for the next stepping stone

He is kind, intelligent and calm, by everything largely unmoved 

(Until someone on the internet needs to be called out or disproved)

Impervious to quibbles like being lonely, anxious or homesick

I: self-conscious of being the emotional basketcase at our picnic

Him: utterly compassionate when feels present in his heart-full wife.

He triages any tear, and pats them away, despite protests not to fuss

There is little he cannot fix with a bear hug or a full body crush

Crushing is a love language, Lauren, by now do you not know?

Reserved only for those most beloved, and various things made of snow.

A privilege and honour it is to have such a steadfast sentinel to do life

With him, it is easy to forget the world outside falling apart 

And snuggle into our happy bubble, alone together, in each others’ heart

Happy wedding anniversary three, Jared babe. May there be many more here after

With plenty more loving, chilling, patting and crushing from my zen master.