Okay, so you knew it was coming soon, and yes, I know that Wednesdays are usually reserved for The Less Desirables Beer of the Week (brought to you by City Beverage, the Official Beer Sponsor of The Less Desirables) but this is important and takes precedence. I’m going to talk about my wedding anniversary. As of 7am EST (noon in Edinburgh, Scotland), I have been married for one year to the girl of my dreams.
I’m not going to go into long detail about the wedding itself, I’ve done that and you can read about it here. Actually, I’d suggest reading all the Wedding Chronicles posts. Just click on the category and it will bring them all up to choose from.If you’re into traveling and sappiness, then you’ll like this. And the two aren’t mutually exclusive; the sappy part is really just the wedding day.
I will say it was a great day and whilst we have had some ups and downs with money, my health (again) and life in general but there is one thing that hasn’t changed at all in that year: how The BCPF and I get along. I’d say we’ve really only had one real argument. I don’t count disagreements. We have those, everyone does, but only one real argument and it was resolved in a matter of an hour at most. I realized that I was in the wrong (I knew I was from the beginning of it/as soon as I opened my mouth) and had to excuse myself, at her behest, from the room. We talked, I apologized, she didn’t have to, but did, too, and that was it. Such a departure from many of my past relationships.
We have the same tastes in travel and food and genuinely just enjoy each other’s company, no matter what we’re doing. I can watch things I wouldn’t normally watch, go places I wouldn’t normally go, listen to music I wouldn’t normally listen to, just to do it with her. We really do enjoy being with each other. Again, in the past, I’d have found a reason to just get away for a bit, but I don’t like losing my Saturdays and Sundays and other days off with her. Not because that’s what she expects, that’s what we expect. In fact, we have to push the other to make plans with other people because of it. She needs to go have some “girl” time with her friends and I need my “guy” time with mine, but we have to push each other to take them, not talk us out of going. This year has been nothing shy of awesome. Every day I love her more. I know that’s cliche, but it’s absolutely true. Every day I love her more.
I know that this is a lot of PDA and some are against that, but contrary to their belief, it’s not about “proving” anything to anyone, especially in this marriage/relationship. It’s about professing. When you love someone, you’re supposed to show it. It’s not how much I need to prove to anyone how much I love this woman. And, yes, it’s not something that is circumventing telling them in person. In fact, she sits beside me, right now, as I write this. I’ve told her everything I’ve written here already. Maybe not in the same words but in the same thoughts and feelings. I have a public blog and I am a “public figure” (don’t read that as celebrity, I haven’t that kind of gross delusions of grandeur) that has people reading my thoughts everyday. And, if you think that’s what I’m doing, I don’t care. The same as you show your love for your favorite sports team, favorite movie or favorite musical act, I show for her. If you’re turned off by that, just stop reading.
To you Stephanie Beeman (The BCPF), my wife, my love, my life, I love you to the end of time and beyond. Thank you for being my rock, my pilot, the awesome StephMom to my son and my everything. I see a bright life with a brilliant wife ahead and while I don’t want to rush it along, I want to hurry and experience it – all of it, good or bad – with you. I love you. I love you. I love you!
Everyday, I love her more.
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp, a very happy one, indeed, out!
“Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union, they insist, there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which, in my book, is a good definition for friendship.” – Marilyn Monroe