“I, ________, take you ______, for my wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
Catholic marriage vows
I absolutely love my wife.
Things were quite hectic around the house during Valentine’s Day, so I wasn’t able to update the site with some mushy, emotional love-filled musings, so you’ll just have to bear with me on this one.
Both my wife and daughter have been out-of-town this week, visiting with Grandma, and it has given me a lot time to reflect on just what they do for me in my life. Even though they are only a phone call away, there is an emptiness that the term void just doesn’t describe well enough. Sure, the house is creaky and spooky at night, but their absence is more striking.
I especially miss my wife. Together, we are an unbeatable team, and I don’t mean just in Taboo! There is nothing that we cannot accomplish together, and she has taught me that. I admit that sometimes I give up too easily, but she’s always there with love and encouragement. Together, we have put ourselves into stable, secure jobs, a house on more land than I can mow, two vehicles in the garage, a high speed Internet connection, and now a beautiful baby girl. What more could a man want?
A great cook? Got it. A wonderful mother? Got that, too. A beautiful smile and infectious laugh? In spades. How about a best friend? I couldn’t imagine living my life with anyone else by my side.
She tolerates me, laughs at my jokes (most of ‘em anyway; the really bad ones just get a roll of the eyes), supports me when I’m down, cures me when I’m ill and gives me everything I could possibly need… which is no small feat, as I can sometimes be a 24×7 pain in the rear.
But, above all, she makes me a complete person. Without her, a trehugeuos (that’s tremendous + huge + humongous all in one word) part of me is missing, and I suffer for lack of her presence. Without her, each day is a trial. Without her, I am lost.
In this day and age of marriages that last a week (heck, or even 55 hour marriages, as in the case of Brittany Spears!), people are amazed that we have been together so long, and are still so happy. Granted, it does take work to make a marriage last; however, for us the work seems second-nature. We share a lot of things in common, but we also have unique interests which add spice to our lives, and we support each other in those things. I may never become a famous published fiction-writer to which she aspires, but she may never toss a ton-80 either… of course, stranger things have happened. She did teach me HTML which allows me to write this stuff.
But getting back to the original point of this musing: I love my wife. She is the most beautiful and single most important person in the world to me, and I would do anything for her. Perhaps that sounds trite, but it is the plain and simple truth.
I am honored and humbled to be married to her.
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