Saturday, July 2, 2011

My One and Only You

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."-from "When Harry Met Sally"

Believe it or not, there is one person for whom I struggle to find the appropriate words. That person is THE person: my wife.

Is there a strong enough word for the woman who defends you, protects you, loves you, understands you, like no one else?

I describe her on the "about" page for this blog page as my muse... but that's only a small part of what she does for me. My partner, my co-pilot, my soulmate? My ultimate Ambassador of Kwan? (I was obsessed with "Jerry Maguire" when we started dating.)

Yes... but no.

At least I know what words aren't good enough.

Every time she leaves me a voice message, for instance, without fail she will start with, "Hi, it's just me..." This is by no means an adequate description for her.


What do you mean, "it's JUST you?"

So one day, I called her out on it.

"You're selling yourself way too short," I told her when I called her back.

She shrugged me off, "Aw, you're too kind, my love."

Too kind? No. I'm just being honest.
My dance partner

Lose the "just" because without you, I'm in trouble. I'm a guy sitting on a couch in a one bedroom apartment wearing mesh shorts and a "Vinny and the Jets" t-shirt from 1998. I'm watching reruns of The Wonder Years on The Hub. I'd probably be fat(ter). I'd definitely be miserable and most likely be single... still.

Why else do you think I pounced on the opportunity to snap you up during my last semester in college? Endured a long distance relationship for a year and a half? Moved into that roach motel we called our first apartment the minute you graduated?
Because you're the only person I ever want to be with.

Why do you think I accept your stubborn refusal to ever admit you're wrong? Your insistence on explaining simple things multiple times? Your uncanny knack for raising complex subjects the minute my head hits the pillow?
No one makes me laugh like you
Because even your most annoying traits aren't nearly as bad as my least annoying ones. 

So forget the "just."
You're it. You're all there is. You're all I need

I love you. I would be lost without you. You are the light of my life and the keeper of my dreams.

Happy birthday to my stunning wife. You are my everything.


  1. Alright a couple of issues I have here. First you are going to have to change your wife's birthday because you can't bury something like this on the Saturday of a holiday weekend. Second, you are going to have to stop writing because you are going to have to stop writing because you are going to make the rest of us look bad. I am setting up parental controls on my computer right now so my wife cannot access your site.

  2. This is flipping beautiful. And I laughed out loud about daddys in charge's comment. Fantastic.

  3. This was very sweet if only more husbands would do this!!! Daddy in Charge I had to laugh at your commit I think my husband would agree with you about "making the rest of you look bad!"

  4. Aw, jeez. Seriously, way to set the bar. This is super sweet. (Lousy leaky eyes!)

    It's amazing to me when, in these times, two people who got married at a relatively young age can still be very happy after several years.

    Well done!

  5. Awww this is exactly how I feel about my hubby. Thanks for making my day a bit nicer and my eyes a bit wetter!

  6. Awe, really?!? Do you have a single brother?

  7. HAHAHA, JM. I do have a brother...but he's not single. Sorry. :-)

  8. Oh wow, maybe it's just the fact that i'm super touchy today, sick, and my head is throbbing like I just spent an entire night listening to some rock metal, but this had me in tears. I blame the hormones. What a wonderfully sweet blog. I feel this way on a daily basis about my husband. Every. Day.


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