It’s not like a thousand people read this every day. And even if they did, I would write this anyway.
My wife turned 40 today. I’ve known her for 25 of those years, I’ve been in love with her for 22 of those years, been with her for 21 of those years, and I’ve been married to her for 16 1/2 of those years.
Is it “true love”? It must be. I know for me it is. For so many reasons, I can’t imagine loving her more than I do, and I’ll never figure out why she loves me. She’s amazing. She’s committed and consistent and fair and strong and honest (truly, she never lies, ever) and funny and way smart and works hard and is a great mother and an amazing daughter and though sometimes quick with a temper, who can blame her? I do that to people. Yet, she never waivers. She loves me despite the fact I’m not always consistent or fair or honest or smart and I slip up from time to time.
Because she loves me, even despite six months ago doing the craziest thing I’ve ever done, and because she’s so great, I just have to accept the fact she sees a greatness in me I don’t even see in myself.
And isn’t that the best definition of love? I mean, with her, what I love about her is obvious. I’m not trying to put a spit shine on anything. For me, I always feel like a work in progress, and she’s making sure I get wherever I’m going. She makes me a better person.
I turned forty last month, and now she’s “joined the club” as everyone pointed out on Facebook. For me, it was lonely and gave me a bit of anxiety. Seeing her gracefully and beautifully flow into her fifth decade, totally on top of her game and comfortable in her skin, inspires me.
I wish there was a gift that could capture how happy I hope this birthday is, and how much happier I hope all her next birthdays will be. She’ll have to settle for a rolling cooler and an exercise-activity-sleep monitor as gifts representing my love for her (and 3 losing lottery tickets …dang!).
So, happy birthday to the best gift I was ever given. I hope someday to be your greatest gift.
I’ve never Tweeted about my wife. Not sure why. Seriously. Don’t believe me. Follow me at @donkowalewski.