I can’t recall ever asking my wife why she married me. On this day, beginning our ninth year of matrimony—with two kids, a dog and a mortgage in tow—I’m not going to tempt a great thing. What I will say is that I’m grateful for my wife’s companionship, support, beauty, humor, toughness, intelligence, blunt honesty and creativeness. There’s something reassuring and powerful about a partner who always has your back, particularly coming off the year I had, which included illness, loss of loved ones and job loss. The Lord notwithstanding, at every junction last year (and all the years prior) there’s been no point in which I’ve stood alone.
Nine years of this is a good thing, and if I get around to asking her why she’s with me, it’s my hope she’ll say I’ve provided at least some of the same. My wife’s a true blessing to me and the world.
Happy anniversary, my love.
