He is analysis. I am intuition.
He is fire. I am ice. (Ok, maybe we’re both fire.)
He is scholar. I am free spirit.
He is yang. I am yin.
He is iron. I am iron.
He is the one who balances me. I am the one who balances him.
He is the one who balances our checkbook (God bless this man!). I am the one who balances pretty much everything else. Tee hee.
The reason marriage is a union is not because two souls lose their identities in one another, but because those identities are given the opportunity to grow muscles, mercy, and a garden of memories together.
And create balance – the very word necessitates the presence of two.
I have read that marriage is a mirror.
It is the great opportunity to have the good, the bad and the ugly of your own soul reflected back to you in another human being.
The truly brave will see what is in the mirror. Others will smash the glass.
And I have wanted to .
Glass smashing seems a great hobby to pick up at times.
But I’ve seen the other side of perseverance.
It is a place of deep, cleansing breaths. A place where this love is nurtured, strengthened and beautified in ways we couldn’t have dreamed of when we said those fateful words.
I do.
When we were infants.
So thank you.
You who have endured me for eleven years.
You who have loved me faithfully and loyally.
You who have never allowed me to wonder if you thought I was beautiful.
In your eyes.
You who have never lied to me. Ever. Not even when feelings would be spared otherwise.
You who have become more tender and more gentle with each passing year of being a father.
I am so glad I said yes. I would have been a fool to do otherwise.
We do not have something perfect. But we have something good. Something funny. Something real.
And no cheesy love song will ever do our love justice.
Happy anniversary, Handsome. I love you.
