Thursday, December 16, 2010

Just Words...


There aren’t many things a person can hold on to over the course of a lifetime. We lose friends and family to death, distance and petty grievances. The passing of years turns youthful hopes and expectations into scraps of memory we lock away, wistful artifacts of the people we once were. And promises made in the exuberance of that youth, promises we once held to be inviolate and forever, are revealed as words, just words, as illusory and fleeting as the breath it took to utter them.

I’m no different. There’s not a helluva lot in this life I’ve managed to do right, and the man I am is a lifetime removed from the man I once thought I’d be. I’m difficult to live with. I’m moody. I’m often distant. I’ve never lived up to the potential, the expectations and the faith others have placed in me and I’m not at all sure - and never will be - that I am deserving of what I have.

And what I have, despite having screwed up virtually everything else that’s ever been handed me, is a wife; a remarkable, beautiful wife who fifteen years ago today made a promise. Words, just words, as illusory and fleeting as the breath it took to utter them. But she is still here. Through all the innumerable little disappointments, joys, defeats, triumphs, heartaches, discoveries, losses and every other daily struggle that taken as whole comprises life, she is still here. She’s the anchor that keeps me from drifting, the only one I’ve ever had, the only one I’ve ever needed. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had, and without her I’m not just lost, I cease being me.

I don’t tell her I love her nearly as much as I should, don’t show her those small, spontaneous acts of public affection as often as she deserves. I’ve never been much good at showing affection. But in quiet, unguarded moments I find myself looking at her with the same sense of wonder and amazement I felt when I saw her for the first time, when I first saw that smile that made me feel weak and funny inside and fell instantly, unequivocally, in love. And in those moments I marvel that after all these years I still have the only thing I ever really wanted.

Happy anniversary, honey. It’s not crystal, but then again I was never very good at presents, either. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you're a better wife than I am a husband and I don't love you just as much as I did when we married, I love you much, much more.

9 comments:

  1. If my wife sees this I'm done. Happy Anniversary to both of you! Fifteen years is no small achievement and it's never about being perfect, it's about being perfect for each other.

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  2. Very,very well said! Happy Anniversary! You your wife and chidren are amazing. You have a wonderful life and it sounds like you know it...as you should!

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  3. That's awesome man! However, I have to agree with Mark. Were my wife to read such eloquent prose, I'd be done for. Thank goodness she has no use for these silly social media shenanigans.

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  4. Happy anniversary! Sentiments like that mean way more than shiny gifts.

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  5. ...jesus, I wish I could express myself so well..

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  6. That reads like a screenplay to my life. Congratulations.

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  7. Thanks for all the kind words, everyone. Last night my wife and I were trying to figure out where, exactly, those fifteen years went. We still don't know.

    Mark, Gary, don't sweat it. When the time comes to broach the subject of leaving (yet again) to go pheasant and quail hunting in Kansas, right after having just got back from two previous trips on which she was left with the kids, those words will pour out of you. At least, they will if you expect to get her blessing to go...

    I'm kidding, I'm kidding...

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  8. Very funny. You'd better be glad that I already knew about that Kansas trip...AND the one in January. However, it is nice to know I'm still appreciated after all of these years, and you know I feel the same. I am still here putting up with you, after all... :)

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  9. Very nice, six years for me. Somehow you managed to convey those feelings which I could not yet put into words. I think you and I are the same in many ways. Keep up the good work.

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