Wrinkles

You’d think that after dating for almost 7 years, there wouldn’t be many surprises during the first year of marriage. And really, it’s not that there were surprises, per say. After all, I know you like the back of my hand. And you? Well, you almost have me down to a science. Which is a pretty impressive feat. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you for it. Still, we had our moments. I’d be lying if I said it was perfect year, that there weren’t any wrinkles to be smoothed out. But then again, maybe they don’t all need to be smoothed out. It’s like the sheets on a bed.

As nice as it is to get into a clean, unused bed,  I like seeing the wrinkles from where you were sleeping. I like seeing your pillow all scrunched up and the indent from where your head rested. I like seeing the covers tossed back from where you groggily made your way to the shower. Because it’s the smooth parts and the wrinkles, those things that make us, well, us, that I love the most.

I love hearing you introduce me as your wife.

I love how much you appreciate me packing your lunch and making you coffee in the morning.

I love that you take the trash out without me asking.

I love how you laugh and shake your head when I leave the new toilet paper roll sitting on top of the empty one.

I love when we play Halo and yell at the TV together, even though I’m awful at it.

I love that you always keep the cars so clean and running perfectly.

I love that we fall back on breakfast burritos when we can’t think of anything else for dinner.

I love holding hands with you wherever we go. At the grocery store, walking the dogs, in the car.

I love that you put up with (and maybe even slightly enjoy) my random dancing outbursts in the kitchen.

I love how you fall asleep in the first 5 minutes whenever we watch a movie.

I love how you still think I was the one who initiated our first kiss, even though you sooo started it.

I love that you never cease to encourage and motivate me, always wanting what’s best for me.

I love you for the man you are, the man you want to be, and the man you will become.

I love us, wrinkles and all.

Photo by David Terry …………………

Happy Anniversary, Roo. Forever and always.