by Richard
It’s been twenty-two years since I managed to convince my wife to actually walk down the aisle with me and actually make the transition from girlfriend to wife.
It’s good to know post-hypnotic suggestions really do work.
What? Well, it was either that or consider the fact that she must have some sort of very tiny, but very significant dane bramage that lets her overlook the nerdy bald guy in the corner and see instead some sort of suave good-looking guy. Surely someone who doesn’t pronounce the words swave-ee and de-bone-er.
Twenty-two years ago today, I got lucky and I’ve managed to stay lucky for the rest of my life since then.
It’s a bit intimidating when you know you married up. The love of your life is a shining reminder that not only can things get better, but they sometimes get better for you and you’d better do everything in your power to make sure it stays that way.
Not that She Who Must Be Catered To, Her Every Whim Made Reality would ever be one to take advantage of that tendency in me. Nope. Not her.
I am a very lucky man. Not only does she put up with my various deeply geek interests, she actually has grown to share in a few, like the zombies of The Walking Dead or the magic and dragons of A Game of Thrones. They’re small steps, but they’re steps all the same. And she’s definitely the only woman I know who will yell just as loudly as do I at a football game when those refs so blatantly miss such an obvious call.
A fiery woman, my wife is passionate about a lot of things and has no problem telling anyone around about them. Fortunately, one of the things about which she’s most passionate is the life of her husband and sons. While they might not know it yet (now that their mom and I have entered the idiot phase of their lives), but the young dudes are genuinely lucky to get such an amazing example of womanity to learn from. These lucky dudes won’t be scared off by a strong woman and they’ll be the better for that.
I was. Thanks, Mom.
I’d go into the marvelous physical fact of my wife’s existence, but I don’t want her blushing too brightly. Well, from that at least.
I’m pretty sure we both got lucky together.
What I do know for sure is we’ve both worked hard to make sure we stayed lucky for the past 22 years and will keep working hard to get at least 22 more.
I love you, Sweetie.
