We met at a New Year’s Eve party that neither of us wanted to be at, we were the oldest people in the crowd. We gravitated towards each other, talking about our travels, even went outside to smoke a cigar. When we came back in, you were a gentleman and hung my coat in the closet. We shared many laughs as witnessed by the photos of the night. You almost left without asking for my number, I had to chase you down.
Eleven months later we married in Reno, Nevada, just the two of us. A great place to spend our honeymoon. Snow on the mountains and fresh crips air.
You’ve always allowed me the space to be myself, have my space, and my own life outside of our marriage. The support you’ve given me during the late nights of writing or months away from home taking care of gramps is not forgotten.
You had no way of know the for better or worse, in health and sickness would come so soon in our marriage. You nurse me to health, taking care of me when I could not walk or feed myself. Most important you’ve never complained.
We were not new to the rodeo, we both had been married before and knew what was important the second time around. I think we got it right. Below are a few reminders of the years we’ve spent together. Some good, some not so good.
Thank you for being my best friend and biggest supporter. I look forward to the next 18 years, all the good and the bad. We’ll be there for each other and growing slightly older each year.
Your Beautiful Wife