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So today marks the second anniversary that I suckered… er, had The BCPF walk down the aisle to stand next to me, after being piped down said aisle by Andrew the Piper. Standing there in my kilt, in some uncomfortable ghillie brogues (I rented those) watching a beautiful woman smile at me as she made this journey. In a castle, in a land far, far away. Breathing in an overcast day with lush green lawns, over a beautiful rock bridge, on long log benches, beside a falconry with its flock whirling from post to post and under scattered trees standing like sentinels protecting their acreage. That’s my experience and that’s my fond memories of one of the most important and significant days in my life. A glorious day, indeed and a glorious two years this has been.

I’m no catch, I don’t think, but she always begs to differ with me on that. I spend more than I make, I don’t like going to the doctor, I have something snarky to say all the time, I pick and tease and she just looks at me lovingly and smiles. She sees through those flaws and loves me, probably more, for them. She allows me to be me, through and through and I certainly wouldn’t change a thing about her. Well, I’d say probably stress less about some things but, that’s also part of her makeup and what makes her “her”.

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She’s my best friend and my biggest supporter, possibly overtaking Ma Mère in that account (though it would be very close). She makes me feel, truly, like a man and she enables me to be the man that I am. She’s my protector and watches over me. I’d never have made it through the many health scares and situations I have in the last 5 years without her by my side. She’s the reason I’m alive, I’d say. As my great friend Bruce Cole would say, I definitely married up or I definitely upped my coverage. I am the lucky one to have such a wonderful, understanding and, to me, darned near perfect wife.

So, happy second anniversary to you, my Baby, whether I call you that, The BCPF or Stephanie. I love you more than I could ever express, no matter how “pretty” I talk or how verbose I can be. I’ll never find enough words to tell you or ways to express what you really mean to me. But, I’ll keep exploring ways and I’ll keep spouting words (whether I make them up or not). Here’s to many, many more and I can’t wait to see where our lives take us.

Okay, sorry for the sappy, Dear Reader, but I hope I made my point. If you’d be so inclined, or even glutton for punishment, use the search feature to look up The Honeymoon Chronicles (there’s several under the category of Honeymoon, reading it will start you at part 10 when you get to it, so keep scrolling… and scrolling…), where I documented the whole honeymoon. Well, at least the trip and wedding part. Thanks so much for reading!

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.” – Franz Schubert