Ramblings…

So today is Emily and my third wedding anniversary. More importantly, however, this year marks our ten-year-annivesary as a couple [Neither of us can be certain on what specific day we met in November 1997. After our wedding, we decided to just use our wedding anniversary as the "Official Date" of our coupledom]. I can’t believe I was a mere 21-year-old when Emily and I started dating [she was a barely legal 18. In fact, I remember asking Emily several times her age just to make sure she was of age]. If I recall, my first impressions of Emily were that she was funny, intelligent, a fan of Rage Against the Machine [an important criteria at that time in my life], and exteremly good looking. I certainly didn’t think we would ever end up married and with a baby. Part of me can’t believe we’re still together, despite my best efforts to tear ourselves apart.

Many of you who know me personally knows that I am a difficult person, and I have many, many, many idiosyncrasies. Many of which makes me an almost impossible person with whom to deal. Although I like to think I’ve mellowed out a bit with age, at 21 I was high-strung and full of drama. Yet, somehow, Emily endured my [metaphorical] abuse and stuck by me. I’m not sure if its love or she’s just crazy. I certainly wouldn’t have put me with me for so long. I think back at some of the events that occurred through our ten years together, and I simply shake my head with shame and disgust. Honestly, I don’t know how I could have treated this wonderful woman so wrongly for so long. I am so incredibly lucky that she’s found a way to forgive me again and again. Each day that passes, I try to atone for my past behaviors bit by bit.

I am a very lucky man, and I do not deserve Emily one bit.

I love you, sweetie. I hope I’m lucky enough to spend another ten years together with you.