Every now and then, when she doesn’t know I’m looking, I like to watch my wife do every day things. Watching her read or watch TV or listen to another person speak make me feel like I really know her. Each expression, each nod of her head, each smile on her lips is perfectly ingrained in my mind. The way she tilts her head slightly when she laughs, the way she uses her hands when speaking or the way her hair falls across her forehead are all so familiar and comforting that I can’t help but smile when recalling them now.
She’s so much different than I am, you know. She thinks out everything before she acts. I act impulsively. She’s a bit shy. I’m sooo not shy. She’s absolutely beautiful. Me? Not so much.
She’s the Yin to my Yang and while a lot of the time we are just trying to get through the day, week or even month, today I get to step back and reflect. That’s what anniversaries are for.
Yes, Andrea and I stood before each other eight years ago today and promised to be with each other ’til death do us part. We promised to build a life together. Material things, for sure, such as a house, a car or two (right honey?!) and a big comfy bed. But even more, we promised to build a life that included a family. A family that loves each other. A family that laughs together. A family that is there for each other, no matter what. And the great part is that we’ve kept that promise.
And every time I see Swee’Pea and TheMonk laugh or give hugs and kisses or comfort each other in their time of sorrow, I take great pride in knowing that we’ve created everything we wanted. We’re a good team, Andrea and I. And I love her with all of my heart.
Happy Anniversary, my beautiful wife! You have survived eight years with me. You deserve a medal or something. Maybe a kiss will do.
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