Happy anniversary to my love. I'm sorry you are under the weather. Tonight, rest. I'll pick up dinner. Okay, nachos aren't the best medicine, but then I'm not a doctor. I am the man who gets delicious food on our monthly anniversary. I love you.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Sunday, July 19, 2015
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Happy monthly anniversary, my love, on this the young side
of sixteen years. I’m back from seeing Rachel and you are relaxing after
painting the master bathroom. It’s too hot to do anything, so we take it lazy
today. Soon your anniversary present will be done and our master bathroom will be up and running. I hope you love it, my dear.
Friday, June 19, 2015
192
Happy anniversary, my love. Sixteen years. I said it out loud while waiting for a table with co-workers at lunch. It doesn't feel like sixteen years. I know time has passed, but it doesn't feel that gap the same way living sixteen years from birth to being a teenager. Our time just is, and this anniversary doesn't take into account the five years previous I came to know you. I have known you for 21 out of my 43 years. You are my life.
And lately, I think about how I used to be. I'm not proud of how shaky I was. If there's a positive spin to my emotional growth, which is the only way I'm benchmarking our years at this point, is that I can see how far I've come. I wish I could go back and change how I was. I know I shouldn't be ashamed, but here it is. Making it better is only something I can do now. And that's my gift to you.
That, and a new master bathroom.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
191
To my love. Today we're apart, but we are still in touch. I'll see you in a couple of nights. Sleeping without you is a strange, unbalanced ritual I remember the echoes of it whenever I'm out of town on business, but the sinister distance of you or I being out of town alone is so infrequent you can't help but forget.
Happy Anniversary, my love. I miss you. I love you.
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