February 14, 2016

Bubbles

Almost 11 years ago at a restaurant long since gone. You proposed to this blubbering idiot. I hope you have no regrets because as legend goes, “she insisted that we get married”. And while I sat at Peter’s Pasta on my flip phone calling everyone under the sun to express my happiness, the biggest memory of the night was us bitching and complaining that they had no champagne on Valentine’s Day to wash away my happy tears.

The other day I asked for us not to get gifts and you looked disappointed…so fine we get gifts. I’ll be honest I don’t need gifts. My gift is waking up to you everyday. My gift is looking around this house everyday and feeling fortunate that I married my best friend. But well you wanted a gift. So I bought you candy…and I ate it. There is no real personal gift I can get you that I think you would like so I decided to take all 70 something of your old blogs and make this website for you. What I didn’t know was while I thought I was doing something nice for you, this ended up being another reason why I love you. Just when I think you aren’t looking or that maybe you don’t care I realized you care so much. You wrote some of our best memories down and stuff I forgot. I had the pleasure of revisiting great stories again in your writing. It’s not just funny but flattering, super sweet and what was supposed to be a gift for you, ended up being a gift for me too.

I hope you continue writing every now and then and document our great life together. Whether it’s drinking too much, saying ridiculous things, traveling somewhere warm (hint hint) or tripping over the dogs every moment with you is a treasure and I hope you enjoy this gift as much as I do.

Happy Valentine’s Day and Cheers! Look we have prossecco…it’s not quite champagne but it has bubbles!

Love,

Your Wife