Perhaps I’m a fool for even trying.
I set out to write a piece about the experiences within my marriage to my lovely bride as we celebrate 15 years. I failed. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t put it all into one piece, one story, or one book for that matter. There’s just no way.
I remember meeting her – her smile, her kindness, her flowered blouse and little black skirt. I recall writing her sticky notes in the office as I began to flirt with her.
I remember when I bought the ring and how I planned to propose. I remember that night and how scared I was. My heart was racing a bajillion times a minute and felt like it was going to jump out of my throat. I remember her saying yes.
I remember standing at the front of the church, turning around and seeing her dressed in white. She quite literally took my breath away as she stood there gleaming in the light.
I remember our first house, our first dog, our first son. I remember many of the moments in between. I’ve also forgotten a lot.
I’ve forgotten how to be grateful for every second she’s in my life. I’ve forgotten to say I’m thankful for all the things she’s done. I’ve forgotten how to respect her in a way a queen should be respected. I’ve forgotten how to honor her, to hold her, to sing, to dance to love.
Oh yes, with 15 years of marriage my forgotten list has grown to be longer than I’d like to admit.
The thing is (as my son so famously says), I’ve remembered I’ve forgotten. I’ve seen through her reminders and my moments of quiet, that I must seize the moments and remember – remember to love, to respect, to sing, to dance, to hold…
As I said before, perhaps I’m a fool. Saying it now, I know that I absolutely am…
A fool in love.
My dear, dear wife. Yesterday, today and tomorrow, I choose you. I choose us. Happy anniversary.