Twelve years of absolute geekitude

Last Saturday, November 1, marked twelve years that Jay and I have been together.
We work because we're the same kind of dork.

1999 in Florida

On the nights we're actually home together, we're likely to end up laying in bed together, laughing at a fart joke until he says, "Oh no...you've reached your "dork stage"," what he calls that point of overtiredness when I just laugh at everything like its beyond funny even when its really not.

But it doesn't matter, cuz it makes him laugh harder, too, until we just curl up together and sigh and say, "G'nite, Woobie, I love you."

We don't believe in Hallmark holidays - in fact, most of our gifts to each other are previously discussed and hashed over, the way friends ask, "I dunno, but what do you think?!?" We'd both rather get a gift we really want (which is often the same thing) than something the other purchased just to have a gift to give.

Sometimes all we really want is a candy bar that says, "I thought of you" while the other was at the gas station. Those occassions don't need a holiday at all.

Our 5th Wedding anniversary, 2008

He's there for me when I need to lose my mind about whatever crazy-ass things my mother did while watching our kids, only putting in an "uh-huh" or "yeah, I know..." when necessary so I know he's still listening.

He also knows to just stay quiet when I have those rare moments when I just need a good cry. When I feel like I'm a complete failure and I just want to give up or quit my job or run away and join the circus. When I'm out of breath and heaving sobs, he'll rub my shoulder and say, "But I love you." Then I laugh and say, "YEAH? SO?!?" And then he laughs...

He's one of those rare Daddies who isn't afraid to take two kids out to lunch by himself, or to a movie, and has taken them to doctors' appointments as often as I have. He talks with Nick about the 'letter of the week', coaching him on words that start with C, and teaches him that you're always nice to girls (or "hot chicks" - damn, I see some parent-teacher conferences coming up. The kid's THREE.)

He truly is my better half. He makes me want to be that super Mommy, that pretty funny wife, that patient woman. Because he deserves them all.

I love you, Woobie. Here's to another twelve years.

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.

~ Roy Croft

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