Today, I’m writing for Adi. So this post may get a to be a bit cheesy and mushy…for those that have a weak stomach, I suggest turnin’ on some bitter Avril Lavigne and comin’ back later… ;) For the rest of you, don’t say I didn’t warn ya!
Today is three years… three years since I walked down that aisle towards my future with you. I hear all the time, I can’t believe how fast time flies and how quickly the days go. With us, time has flown but it’s also stood still. Moments when it seemed as though you and I were the only two people on the planet and nothing else seemed to matter. When you’ve said how much you wish we could stay in this place forever. Times when I so desperately wanted to bottle up the way we are and keep it safe. When I’ve tried so very hard to close my eyes and remember everything about you… the way you look at me, the way you laugh so hard it hurts, the way you reach out for my hand, the yummy way you smell, the protective way you hold me. But still, the days pass too quickly. And because memories fade, I want to remember a few of the things I love so very much about you. The small things that make you who you are…and the ones that make us, well…us. The times that I feel safest with you and the times when I feel as though we’re the craziest kids around.
It’s sometimes in the strangest moments when I’m so completely and utterly filled with love for you. Like when I look at you from across the room as you sit on the sofa and so intently surf the net, you’d think you were figuring out a physics equation, only to have you show me rims on the beamer forum moments later. Or when you come home to find me in the kitchen (rare I know, but still..) after a long day at work and drop everything to help me. When I let out sighs and you know exactly what they mean on any given day. When you reach for my hand as we sit and watch a movie. Or in the morning when you wake up and lean over to kiss me before you do anything else. I love the times we cook together and run out of ingredients and make it up as we go along. Then we praise our hard work and think we’re better than Rachel Ray. All those times when we sing at the top of our lungs in the car or the times you pretend like I’m not the best singer in the world…really though, you need to recognize. And all the times we dance around the house and see who’s got more skills. The intense tickle fights where one of us…usually me…ends up with bruised ribs from laughing so hard. The way we clean together and how you just know I can’t bring myself to get near the toilet. The way you laugh at me and lovingly tease my clumsiness. Speaking of clumsiness, I love how when we’re in unchartered territory, you insist on walking in front of me so I could hold on to your shoulders in case I trip. I even love you in the moments when we’re in the car having a deep conversation only to have completely lost your attention for a Porsche or some loud exhaust on the road. Oh, and yes, I love you even when you explain to me that I don’t need another pair of shoes…though we need to work on that. Or all the times we go to restaurants and move the menus from across the table to right next to each other. This way, I could put my feet up on your lap or warm up next to you when I freeze. The way you’re amazed at how quickly my makeup comes off and how long it takes to put on. The way you make me feel beautiful every single day and the sweet compliments you throw my way even though I haven’t washed my hair or am still in sweats. How you get urges to vacuum the floor or clean out your closet at 11pm. The support you give me every time I come up with a “brilliant” idea that’s going to end up costing more than I think. The way we can’t ever stay mad at each other and the way we make up. The times when we climb out onto our roof and talk while the moon seems to shine right on us. Knowing that at any moment in the day, I can call you and you will drop everything to talk to me. When we pray together and when you read God’s word to me before we go to bed. The little messages you send my way while you’re at work. All the “I love you’s” in the most inappropriate and unexpected times. The way you laugh when I whine about something and then lovingly kiss my forehead. And all the times you come to me and lean on me as you unload the weight that’s on your shoulders. Those are the moments that flee too quickly…those are the ones I want to hold on to. Three years or thirty…I never want to forget them.
Adi, I love every piece of you..completely and wholly. You are the true love of my life and there isn’t a moment that passes where I don’t thank God for making you for me. Without a doubt, you’re my soulmate and life without you is inconceivable. I’m so glad we’re on this journey together…and I’m so proud to call you my husband. But more than anything, I’m just happy you’re my best bud in the world. Happy Anniversary…