For my beauteous wife…

… who is also comely, pulchritudinous and lovely. And damn sexy, too 😉

With Love, To My Wife

One year ago today, my wife and I were married by a judge in the San Antonio courthouse.

It was a long time coming, and we’d been through a lot before that, and a lot since, but it has always been worth it. We’re a perfect match, like cheese and tomato, every element coming together perfectly, like a BLT.

And yes, I did just compare our relationship to a sandwich. It’s a good sandwich, and besides, my wife loves a good BLT.

We’ve been a couple now for almost a decade, all told. There have been highs and lows, good times and bad, but whatever has happened, I’ve been happy and grateful for every minute that she’s been in my life. Even when we’ve argued, even when we’ve shouted, screamed and stomped around, I’ve felt lucky that I was arguing with her.

My wife is my one true love. She makes me happy; she supports and validates and completes my life. Without her, my life would be so much worse, and if I believed in a god, I’d bend my knee every day and thank it for bringing her into my life. As it is, all I can do is appreciate her, love her and cherish her for every minute of the rest of our lives, but that seems like more than enough to me.

There’s no way that I could ever tell her how much I love her and how much she means to me, but you can bet your last penny I will spend the rest of my life trying. I believe in us, and always will.

Happy Anniversary, Lottie. I love you!

Fly me to the moon…

To Lottie: my rock, my best friend, the love of my life…

For my wife…

Just because 🙂

For my wife

For the past week, Lottie has been dealing with various posts and issues around various blogs regarding domestic violence. For reasons which will be clear if you read this post, this is starting to wear on her a little. The flak she’s getting over here also isn’t helping.

I want to help her feel better, and I don’t know how, concretely, and that’s frustrating. My attempt at doing it is below. While it’s not something that I wrote with her specifically in mind, it does express some of how I feel about her; the feel of it is right.

Being Romantic
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, I said,
Trying to be romantic.

(A waste of time on the beach at Blackpool,
Some have said. But I tried anyway)

Seventeen, she said,
(Utterly prosaic).

What?
Seventeen, she said,
And licked her ice cream cone.

I don’t get it, I said, and shivered
(I didn’t have any ice cream.
Too cold for me, but she wanted one).

Seventeen, she said,
It’s the number of positions we’ve tried,
And gave it another lick.

I was being romantic, I said,
And watched her tongue, all pink.
I meant ways of loving, not
Ways of making love.

Oh, she said.
Sorry.

It’s alright, I said.
Give us a bit of your ice cream.

She said nothing.
And smiled.

Eighteen, I said,
And took a bite.

One month ago today…

One month ago today, I married the love of my life: my beautiful Lottie. For the past seven years, she has been my confidante, lover and best friend. One month ago today, we stood in front of the judge and said our vows.

I struggle always to express how I feel about my wife – words never seem to come easily when I think about her and how much I love her and want to make her happy. One of the vows we made a month ago, though, seems to say it for me, or at least come close to what I want to say:

I promise to love you with all that I am and all that I have, until parted by death.

My wife has been a constant joy and source of strength when I needed her to help me, a non-stop friend, sounding-board and co-conspirator against the insanities of life. We’ve shared our thoughts, ideas and dreams together. It’s been two minds meeting together in love, honesty, laughter and thoughtfulness.

I love you, Lottie, and I always will. Marrying you was the best thing I ever did, and always will be.

With all that I am, and all that I have…