Today is a day that my life changed forever. February 22nd is the 14th anniversary for me and Denise. Over the years, I wrote plenty of “love letters” to her. Heck for a while, that was our only method of communication. There is something to be said to be with a person who “gets” you. I will be the first to say that I am NOT easy to live with. I am picky about how things are cleaned. I go for hours at a time hunched over my keyboard hammering out the crazy tales that are in my brain (or in my studio working on narrating or editing an audio book). I love football and that means it is a HUGE part of this house from August until February of every year. To clear my head, I switch on a video game for an hour or two so that my brain can simply decompress. I’m about 50 or 60 pounds overweight (depending on what I am wearing when I step on the scale). But I still go to the gym 4-5 days a week. I run obstacle course races between the months of April and October which can chew up an entire Saturday, and if you are not running with me, then you can either stand around the finish line for the eternity it takes me to finish the course, then watch me limp and hobble around for several days after due to the toll the course took on me. Oh, and now I am showing my Newfoundland; that means working with the dog, grooming sessions, and then the actual shows which are spread around the entire year.
Yeah, I’m not really a good prospect for a significant other. Yet, despite all of it (and I didn’t even mention the whole “prison” thing…so…), Denise has stuck to my side. But not only that, she “gets” me. She knows how my mood swings can come and I have to go on a cleaning binge. (And before you think that is a good thing…try being in the house while I am doing it.) She knows that sometimes I don’t want to talk to anybody at all. About anything.
I hate leaving my house. It is my safe space, so if it is not necessary, I like just sitting home watching a little TV or, more often, listening to music. Many of the activities that I do engage in are by design to MAKE me leave my house. And yet…here she is. And she is always proving how much she knows me. Better than anybody else when it comes down to it. She knows that she can get me stuff for my kitchen and that makes me happy (refer back to the 50-60 pounds overweight part). She even finds me attractive and says that my brain is…sexy. Umm…okay. Personally, I usually zero in on a nice set of buns…but there you go. I’m a guy. And I am actually married to woman who will POINT OUT a nice set of buns that might be passing by without my having noticed.
Today is my 14th anniversary. In years past, that may not be a big deal, but I have three failed marriages that lasted 3 years apiece. 14 years is monumental! She learned about football over those years and actually can talk game with me on Sunday mornings when we watch the NFL pre-game show together. She lets me go into my office on a Sunday and hammer out a few thousand words…or into my studio to get in some editing on a chapter of whatever audio book I am working on. She brings me something cold to drink when I forget to get up and get one myself. Then, she leaves. No “How much longer?” or “Are you gonna be doing that all day?”
Sure, I do stuff for her. But that’s not the point. I am a tough person to love…to live with…to “get”. She does all those things.
So, here is to 14 years, my hunny bunny. And here is to a bunch more! I love you.