It’s Valentine’s Day again and my wife is leaving for Vegas tomorrow to celebrate without me. I’ll be left at home to clean and slave over a hot stove while she visits casinos and strip clubs desperately searching for reasons she married me in the first place. All this while I’ll be sitting at home in a dusty house and wondering why the back fence hasn’t yet completed its fall into the drainage ditch below. OK…that’s all bullshit. She’s going to visit the grandbabies for the week and I have to clean the house while she’s gone. The fence however is a true story.
It’s been almost five years of marriage to the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met. Sure, she’s an anomaly of nature, but that’s part of the appeal. I’m constantly amazed at the things she does whether that be running five marathons in the 9 months before she turned 50 or spending ten minutes on the phone with me looking for the cellphone in her hand. It’s never a dull moment.
Our relationship has changed a little since we first moved in together. It used to be when I messed up the house she would just smile, kiss me on the cheek, pick up my dirty sock, and ask me if she could wash it for me. Now, she picks up the sock, tosses it in my lap, and threatens to end my if I leave it on the floor again. I still get the kiss on the cheek though! Really that’s all I’m ever going for anyway.
In reality in the five years we have been together we have never had a fight. Not a real one anyway. Neither of us can tolerate someone screaming. That’s why she says she uses the muzzle on me. Just kidding. Really we don’t fight because she’s usually right, and I am being an ass. Don’t tell her that though. I think I have her convinced I’m the smart one on the team. Then again, I’m still cleaning the house while she goes to Vegas.
In the last year my wife has started a new law firm. She thought it would take three years before she would get things moving. I thought it would take one. We were both wrong, and it took only a few months. She’s the classic over achiever. Which is good because I’m very much the opposite. We balance out each other’s crazy in a nice fashion so we can go out in public together without anyone asking too many questions.
I guess my point to all this is that I can’t imagine a day going by without having my best friend in my life. She is the first person I have ever trusted completely with my heart. I have never once questioned how she feels about me, or whether she loves me. It’s written all over her face every morning when she looks at me. I have no doubt it will be this way until the day I die…or until she finds the magic markers.
Rex