Before I met you I didn’t understand what Jimi Hendrix meant in Wild Thing. But I do now. You make my heart sing every single day. Have I told you how sometimes, in the most ordinary situations, like grocery shopping, something reminds me of a goofy/sweet thing you do and I can’t help but smile? Here I am in the dairy isle, looking at pots of yogurt, contemplating which one to buy and all of a sudden I’m giggling to myself because I remember how you eat your yogurt, scraping every single drop with the spoon and then saying “Good stuff!” like a drug dealer sampling cocaine.
You’re a funny guy, darling; our house is always resounding with HAH-HAH-HAHs and HEH-HEH-HEHs and I tell you, I won’t be surprised if one day the neighbours knock on our door and tell us to keep it down! Your sense of humour is the thing I first loved about you. Well, come to think of it, I guess your hair was first. But the sense of humour was definitely next.
Now after quite a few years of getting to know you I’ve come to love you for other reasons as well. For one, your integrity, your commitment and dedication to everything you do. “If I’m doing this, I’ll do it right!” is what you say and I can’t tell you how much I admire that, mostly because I sometimes lack the motivation to finish things. You never ever raise your voice. Except maybe when you’re getting your ass kicked at Starcraft, but that’s understandable, really, who wouldn’t, when all you hear is “you have not enough minerals”? I love you for that too because you complete me – it would take me tremendous effort and the mental discipline of a Yogi to control my effervescent side.
You know what else I love you for? The little things. It’s always the little things that are the sweetest, aren’t they? I love you because you’re the perfect mix between childish and mature, because you buy me Kinder Surprise eggs and because you take care of me and support me in everything I do. I know you would change continents if it made me happy, and I would do the same for you. I love your little quirks and geekeries, I love the way I get laugh lines because my lips are always arched upward from laughing non-stop when I’m around you, and I love how you bury your head in the nook of my neck when we go to sleep.
Remember the “I must love you because you converted me to Star Trek” card I gave you last year? Well, what I really meant to say was that you fit me like a warm glove on a cold hand during one of these long Canadian winters. I’ve moulded myself on the pattern of YOU and you did the same. I guess that’s what married people do – borrow the best in each other to become better versions of themselves. And yes, in case you were wondering, being converted to Star Trek HAS made me a better person.
So here’s to you + me, darling, and to many years of happy togetherness!