Another Year With You

This our first public appearance photo. Remember how you loved those glasses?

This our first public appearance photo. Remember how you loved those glasses?

Yes, it’s true, we’re still together after almost a year of marriage. They say that the honeymoon will end, but I don’t think it’s true. At least not for another year.

We still have to make the sequel to this masterpiece.

Your laughter in this brings me so much joy. We still play like that, but we never think to record it. Sometimes I think we should have a crew following us around on a daily basis. Maybe if I get working soon. 😉

Sure, we maybe aren’t getting it on like we used to, and our date nights aren’t at Capers anymore, but until I started writing this, I hadn’t really thought of it. The truth is that eating perogies and bacon at our desks and having fortnightly sex is a perfectly awesome date night. Actually, everything is awesome with you, and it’s only getting awesomer.

(editors note – I thought a fortnight was four days. My darling wife informs me that it’s 14, as seen in the comments below.)

Remember how you like to take selfies with your camera? This is one of them.

Remember how you like to take selfies with your camera? This is one of them.

I sat down to write this, not knowing what to write about. How do I express myself differently than every other time I write you a post? I thought I would go through all of the photos on my computer and pick out any of us to make some sort of slideshow, but then I came across your old iphone photos.

You guessed it. I got nostalgic and lazy. I started watching old videos, looking at old pics of you and the girls, sometimes with me in them, and remembering all of the months I spent in the bush. I was getting pretty misty when the bedroom door popped open and you caught me watching the video of that first Christmas when we were in Dad’s barn and you and the girls first met the horses. When you came out I was on my third rotation, and couldn’t quit smiling.

It wasn’t that it was a particularly amazing video, it was that it took me back to our first xmas together. That was when you first met my dad’s side of the family. We snuck into the living room, and you fielded questions while I did my rounds and then we went to the barn. That was the first time I got to watch the, much younger, girls open their presents. That was the greatest Christmas morning I’ve ever been party to.

After you ruined my third viewing and went to the washroom, I started going further. Remember our epic east coast adventure?

This is the closest we've come to a threesome, but I still have hope. I will not give up the dream.

This is the closest we’ve come to a threesome, but I still have hope. I will not give up the dream.

We had so much fun on that trip, and it was then that I knew we would be BFFs. Who else would want to get freaky with me in the parking lot of the Bates Motel? I’ll tell you who. No one. You are my lobster. My soul twin. My everything. You complete me…

Sorry. I got caught up in the cheesy clichés for a minute.What I’m trying to say, but don’t have the poetry for, is that I couldn’t imagine my life without you. I really couldn’t. I would need all kinds of booze to get me through the day. I would become AJ. Randomly knocking on any young woman’s door when she moves within staggering distance of me. Luring her with promises of Honey Crisp and Royal Gala baskets, while swinging a plastic shopping bag of beer and lamenting about my dead wife. I only say dead, because I’m certain that it’s the only way we will ever be apart. Except for deer hunting, and girls trips, and maybe Vegas weekends.

This was when I was finally going to meet Vanilla Thunder.

This was when I was finally going to meet Vanilla Thunder.

Remember when I got petechial hemorrhaging from all of the different styles of puking that night? You took me home and looked after me. I’ve been with women who would have just scoffed and left me there to sober up, but you knew that home was where I needed to be. You always look after me, and I will always love you for it. Even if I call you the fun police and call you names for being sober.

This will always be one of my faves. I wish people could feel the love in that photo.

This will always be one of my faves. I wish people could feel the love in this photo.

This one too. Your creativity and cleverness always amazes me.

This one too. Your creativity and cleverness always amazes me.

That was my first photoshoot, and the way you did things to get a reaction was amazing. It was like you had done it before. 😉 I really was surprised, even though I had watched you shoot others before, at how easily you can evoke an emotion from someone, just by chit-chatting with them. I guess I’m still in awe, but I am just used to it now.

I haven't got a clue where this is from, but we seem happy, so I used it.

I haven’t got a clue where this is from, but we seem happy, so I used it.

The other day, a friend of ours at the bank asked me how I was liking the married life. I responded without thinking. “I love it. It’s way better than the single life.”

There was another lady there, and she said that that was the best response she had ever heard to that question, by a man.

I explained that when you finally get married at 40, you have already got everything out of your system and you know what else is out there. You can appreciate people better, when you have something to compare them to. I know it sounds bad, but when I was 20, I might have thought you were needy and clingy, instead of caring and thoughtful. I wonder how many other guys have missed out because of that mistake. I know at least a dozen. I’m glad I’m not one of them.

Sometimes you bite.

Sometimes you bite.

Happy birthday, my love. I wish you all of the happiness in the world. You deserve it.

Chris

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13 thoughts on “Another Year With You

  1. Thank you my sweet love, my darling, my true. 🙂 I love you more than chocolate, coffee and JALAPENO CHEEZIES. 🙂 Thanks for making my life complete. xo

    Plus I would like the universe to know that a fortnight is 14 days, and you thought it was 4 days. Let the record show that I put out way more than you indicated. 🙂

    • I put a note in above. You know that you can’t trust me with time measurements. I’m bang on with length though, so you can always believe that. 😉 I love you, and your complete life, thanks to me.

  2. Awesome mr bird, lovely tribute to you’re beautiful mrs.
    Which leads me to another point.
    What else have you mis-measured? Just curious.

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