…but not in Paul Simon’s wistful, lovesick kind of way.
I’m still crazy about you after all these years as I was when we were dating and staying up way, way, way past my bedtime talking on the phone for hours and hours. (What did we talk about?)
Love is the law of your life. This helps explain why you do marriage so well and why you’re such a great dad. It also helps explain why you spend your entire Sunday pressure washing our old fence so our charming (code for old) house will look at its best, why you patiently extricate toys from their plastic prisons on our kids’ birthdays, and assemble 2,235-part playhouses without one single complaint. It’s why you work so hard to provide for our family – and to take care of your patients. It’s why you give me a break even when you’re tired and probably pining for your own downtime. It’s why you make me so thankful today and every day that you are my husband, my best friend, my personal Mojito-maker (when I’m not pregnant), and my favorite comedian who makes me laugh before I have a chance to cry after a tough day.
For nine years now, you have given me all that I need, more than I ever wanted, and often far more than I deserve.
Thank you for being you, and thank you for loving me for me.