April 2, 2013

Patchie [Shares]

To The Boy:

Today we turn three. I will totally admit that I had a moment last week where I had to think about whether it was three years or four, because I'm bad about numbers and math is hard. We also had a pretty lengthy conversation at some point this year trying to remember if our anniversary was the 2nd or 3rd, because that Leap Year really screwed things up. But here I am at year three, and three years ago Good Friday was April 2nd, and that's when we went to see the Cherry Blossoms the first time. April 2nd.

 It's been quite the year. You found a new job and are balancing that and the recording, I'm still a dispatcher and I've done a bit more with my photography and am finding more events to go to that gets my name out there. It feels like not a lot has changed, but when I went looking for pictures for this post I realized how much we've done in the last year. Mountains and oceans and cities and vineyards. Going out and staying in. Being social, but also finding out evenings to hide inside, cook a nice dinner, and snuggle with the dog and each other while we watch a movie or tv show and fall asleep earlier than we should be admitting in our 20's. I think those nights are my favorite...us, the dog, and a bunch of gold miners in Alaska.

It still amazes me everyday how well you get me. You will do anything to make me smile, and you always succeed. Sometimes you know that my crazy just needs to run its course, and you step back and let me do my thing and when I come out the other side apologizing, you remind me you love me and that the crazy is part of me, and you love that too. You support absolutely everything I do from the big things down to the little. You remind me you're proud of me because you know I need to hear it. You applaud me for the choices I make which means more to me than you know, because I've spent my entire life having every choice questioned and it has made me do the same.
Sometimes it's still hard because we aren't under the same roof. We go days without seeing each other because we both keep busy and it isn't always the same busy. Thank you for trusting me to be out doing those things the same way that I trust you, because it makes us stronger. I know the time apart makes seeing each other mean that much more, but I can't wait until it isn't an issue anymore, and every night we're coming home to one another. Waking up next to you is my favorite part of the day.
You're my goof, my bright spot, my rock, and my best friend. You're the one who I can always count on, no matter what. Our inside jokes are the funniest, and you read my mind the best. You laugh at my jokes and random comments before I've even realized what's come out of my mouth half the time. You're the one I can still talk to for hours on end. You'll let me ramble on and work things out on my own when I need to, and intervene when I don't.
Three years later, you still want to hold my hand. You still kiss me on the forehead and rub my knee when it hurts. Three years later you still offer me the last bite of dessert, last sip of wine, and bigger piece of bacon. Three years later, and you still make sure I know how much you love me every day. Thank you for the smiles, the laughs, the tears of joy, and for making my heart feel so full every day that I think it may burst. The world is in front of us, and we will conquer it together forever. We are rich, my love. We have each other.
Love,
Me

1 comment:

Mary D-L said...

You guys. Stop with the cute. :P Congratulations on turning 3! I wish I had a big "3" pinata for you, full of little memories on paper slips (sugar free so there are more years for pinatas). That would take a long time to actually do, but enjoy the visual. Some of the tidbits included are "mind grapes", "Native American monkey robots", & "Are you posing with the Fre?" And those are all from one weekend. <3 Happy Anniversary, kids!