My Wife Is Awesome

No relationship in life is perfect and most take tons of work. The people around me know how much of a pain in the ass I really am. I have the horrible habit of never closing cupboards and love making walls of empty cans next to my desk. I have more quirks that should be allowed and my wife still loves it.

The worst quirk of them all is that I think I am funny. I say stupid things all the time, dance to the end of every TV show closing credits, mock any male singer that sounds like he is trying too hard to cry with his voice. She laughs at all that crap and finds it endearing.

She has seen more of her share of sorrow in her life, losing her father and brothers is not something I wish on anyone. Still she put all that stuff behind and was by my side inside of the funeral home when I know it was extremely difficult for her to even be in the same room with a coffin.

She is beautiful, sweet and compassionate. She is way better with words than I am, but I a sure I could not spend a whole afternoon and still not able to finish describing all the cool things she is.

Today is her birthday, and even though we already started celebrating this weekend I wanted to write about it once again.

She recently posted a picture of an older couple walking hand in hand. I think what makes our relationship special is that I look forward to experiencing my life with her. I actually look forward to growing old with her.

Happy Birthday my Love :) I hope you have an awesome day and I am looking forward to a lifetime with you. At least I know someone will laugh at all my bad jokes.

One Response to My Wife Is Awesome

  1. Happy Birthday B! Lovely post Logtar. She may blow you away with her words, but you hold your own.

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