wedding day
Today is our seventh wedding anniversary. Met her eleven years ago, in two days. I already wrote about the day we met, and I wrote about what happened the day after. So what else can I write about?

Sure, I can write about how she makes me happy, which is a little embarrassing, considering all the crap that's going on in the world and that Bush has been with us for 8 out of our 11 years together. I can write about how she makes me believe in the possibility of change from within through her hard work and professional dedication. I could write about that frickin' baby. He is cute, I'll give him that.

ReaganBut the last eleven years have been about more than that. Because it's everything, really.

It's about stumbling over her shoes in the middle of the night and cursing silently so she won't wake up.

And it's the outrage I pretend to have when she sits down and then asks me to pass her the remote because I'm closer and she's already sitting.

And it's the way she made fun of my long leather jacket, calling me "Thor" and asking me if I wore it to my D&D sessions. And I won't admit it to her face but I'm so lucky, I would have even said blessed if only there was a God, to live with someone who actually cares about the way I look, because I don't, and because it shows just how much she cares about me in general, pushing me when I'm all but ready to give in to comfortable inertia.

And it's her never watching the Netflix movies on time, so what's the point of paying a subscription, I ask you? But it's also about finally watching the movies together in bed, covering each other's eyes when a Battlestar Galactica episode starts, because they show scenes from the upcoming episode at the beginning.

And it's because she's cute. And funny. And kind. And it's because during these past eleven years, the hard times have made us stronger as a couple, sorry about the cliche, and the good times have made us realize how great it is to share our fortunes. Like this guy.

rubicubeAnd it's missing her when she's not here, and then when she's home but in a different room, being comforted by knowing she is around.

It's the comfort of Home and it's the never ending joy of living with someone who has never lost her edge and her passion for life's possibilities. It's love, that what it is.

Eleven years and counting.