Wednesday, August 26, 2009
You didn't cry at our wedding. That's always bugged me.
I couldn't understand why you weren't so overwhelmed by my sparkling tiara and push up corset, not to mention spending the rest of your life with a goddess like myself, that it didn't move you to tears.
Thankfully, you've redeemed yourself throughout the last nine years.
How You Have Made It Up To Me, Let Me Count the Ways:
Thank you for not shoving cake up my nose.
Thank you for letting me convince you that it would take me "years" to get pregnant and agreeing to Stop The Pill...nine months before Savannah was born.
Thank you for claiming to "prefer" chipped toenail polish.
Thank you for ending many an argument with "can I make you a latte?".
Thank you for leaving the house with your shoelaces untied. I catch a glimpse of the boy you were. And I love that.
Thank you for seeing that look on my face and pouring me a glass of wine before announcing "I'll take Savannah to the pool".
Thank you for telling me I was "too skinny" when we got married. And making me believe it.
Thank you for our first kiss. On my hand. Before you said goodnight.
Thank you for always making me do the ugly laugh at parties.
Thank you for worrying when I don't call when I'm supposed to.
Thank you for bringing me my heating pad. (And I'm sorry for the things I said the time you wrongly assumed I needed it.)
Thank you for always convincing me it's their problem. Because they're jealous.
Thank you for spooning with me even though it makes your shoulder fall asleep.
Thank you for responding to my hysterical meltdowns by vacuuming. It's always the right answer, by the way.
Thank you for letting me get just one more cat. Three times.
Thank you for making our daughter laugh in a way that I never can.
Thank you for apologizing when I think you won't.
Thank you for asking me every day if I've written so you can go read it.
Thank you for every time we're with friends pointing at me and saying "Now, this one" before launching into some absurdly generous compliment.
Thank you for nodding thoughtfully at all the right parts during my stories.
Thank you for talking me down when Dr. Google diagnoses me with a fatal disease.
Thank you for not getting mad when you should, like that time I was supposed to grab a quick dinner with friends and ended up in San Diego until 2:00 a.m. (We can laugh about that now...right?)
Thank you for this morning. For coming full circle. By hugging me with tears in your eyes and a smile as you said "Happy anniversary. I was just thinking about how much I love you." And you were crying. Yes.
Thank you for trying. Every day. To give me everything I've ever wanted. You already have.
Posted by Lena at 8/26/2009