I’m sure a lot of people have Valentine’s Day posts planned & so do I, but it’s actually in the form of another guest post from Dave Nihsen (you remember, the guy who wrote last week?). He asked if he could write something for my Valentine’s Day post, and since I don’t celebrate this particular “holiday” with my hubby (read here), I figured it was a good fit. So here’s Dave with some mush for his wife:
Today is February 14th. Now, in some circles this means nothing. To some it marks the day when Al Capone’s gang murdered 7 people in Chicago. To others of a more cynical bent, it’s a day invented by florists and jewelers to sell crap. Me? All of the above with the additional benefit of it being Valentine’s Day.
If you’ve read my guest posts before you realize that my wife and I have a very contentious relationship where football is concerned. For the most part this is exaggerated for comedic purposes – except for when she got mad at my choice of words about the NFL season being over; that really happened. Now let me tell you the other side of things.
My wife and I met in January of 1993. She was the friend of a friend and as I worked to jobs and don’t go to bars we had just never crossed paths. One night I decided to go out with that friend and he took me to the karaoke bar which they haunted. That’s the night I met Kerri.
I won’t go into the full story at this time because it’s not really pertinent even though it’s a hi-LAR-ious tale to tell. Suffice it to say that Kerri and I noticed each other and less than three months after that I proposed.
July of that year we were married. December of that same year our daughter was born.
For those of you doing the math, that was nearly 18 years ago. I was 27 when I met my wife and she was the first girl I had ever taken home to meet my parents. Which is why everyone thought I was gay, I later found out. But it was mostly because I never once thought that the girl I was dating was “the one” until I met Kerri.
Since that fateful day when we met we’ve seen our share of ups & downs. We’ve done sickness & we’ve done health. We’ve seen better & we’ve been through worst. We’ve done poor…Okay, 5 out of 6 isn’t bad. One of these days we’re hoping to try out richer and see how it works.
What I’m trying to say is that 18 years ago right about this time of year I discovered that there was someone out there for me who would put up with my stupid jokes, my analyzing of everything down to the most minute of detail. I found my best friend, my lover and the person I would rather spend more time with than anyone else in the world. We’re past the time when we have stamina for all night rabbit sex, but it’s a more mature love where we truly care more for the other than we do ourselves. Do we fight? Oooh, yeah! Is it perfect? No. But the question is, has the journey been worth it? The answer to that is a yes. A totally emphatic and resounding yes. If I knew then what I know now I’d not only do it all over again but try and meet her sooner.
So today is Valentine’s Day; a day when I can tell my wife how much I love and respect her. With candy I hope she’ll share with me. We may not have the money to go out. We may stay in watching TV and then go to bed early. Hell, I might even gain a level or two playing World of Warcraft. But at the end of the day we’ll both head off to bed together. She’ll cuddle with me until I’m so warm I have to move away. Then some time in the night she’ll steal all the covers while snoring quietly. Then I’ll get up at the alarm and start my morning trying my hardest not to wake her. It’ll be another totally ordinary day. But it’ll be with her. And the ordinary will become extraordinary again.
To Kerri: I love you.