Not Quite Half My Life

 I haven’t quite known my wife for more than half of my life, but we’re almost there.  We’re adding yet another year to the tally, and it hardly seems possible.  We are certainly not the people that the other fell in love with any longer, but, in retrospect, that should have been expected.  It should have been a quality that we sought out…the desire and ability to grow as a human being.  I wasn’t looking out for that.  I guess I was fortunate!  I suppose there are other people out there with the same desire, but my wife is the unique set of possibilities that precisely fit the need I have in my life.  I think the same can be said for me when it comes to her needs.  We take it all, the good and the bad, because both sides form the one lucky coin that we’ll carry in our pockets for the rest of our lives.

I am grateful for you, my love.  Thank you for being here for me, for making me a more whole person, and for always pushing the envelope.  I’m much better for it.