Happy Anniversary!

My Sweet Beloved,

I love you! I know we say this every day, that sometimes the words seem routine and cliché, that our busy, chaotic lives roar loudly and sometimes drown out the real emotion, but I love you more deeply than I thought possible.

After fifteen (FIFTEEN!!!) years of our "convenience" marriage, I smile and wonder what our younger selves would think of us. Did they know that it would really work out? Did they absorb the judge's monologue despite not remembering the words? Did they surprise themselves as much as they surprised the family?

You'd think I would know some of those answers, since I was once one of those younger selves, but I don't. So much is "in the moment", "one day at a time" that I easily take you for granted. I don't mean to. I appreciate all that you do, even (especially!) when I am tired and frustrated with the moment.

I am so grateful for your help around the house, especially with the children. I know you contribute more with childcare and chores than a lot of other fathers and husbands we know. I am awed by your ability to jump in...a smokin' smoke-jumper! I melt and lick my lips, thinking of your vacuuming photo! Me-OW!

I am amazed by your enthusiastic support of my life-restructuring thoughts. I hardly doubt that you would make Philadelphia happen, if that is the final choice. Your encouragement is priceless (and maybe a little daunting)!

I am so proud of you, for who you have become and what you have accomplished professionally. I remember the internal flutters when meeting with VIPs and commanding their respect. I cherish the self-assuredness you have developed. Even JM has conceded to you!

I delight in the nightly oogling (even if I grumble about it sometimes) and am indebted to you for teaching me to preen. In one word, you remind me of your love, your appreciation, your lust, for me. I love how demonstrative you are, even when I blush and try to hide. I love your unabashed declaration in the parking lot at the mall, at Ci-Ci's. I love how you capture me every day.

Some days, it is hard and we both wish it was easier to shed our responsibilities. Ironically, our self-imposed chaos makes the quiet moments all the more special and meaningful. At our wedding reception, I thought my dad was being cheesy when he said "Thank you for showing my daughter happiness." Now, that memory brings tears to my eyes, because it is so true.

I love you, always and forever!