8 years ago today
in a park, outside of portland, under an enormous tree, i stood, nattily dressed in my three-piece suit, waiting for my wife's father to walk her down an aisle that was more a gap in the crowd of our friends and family.
she was stunning, her black hair piled in curls on her head, eyes alight, her cream dress showing off her beautiful legs.
i don't remember a word the jp said, so lost in her dark eyes was i, smiling like a fool and awash in sun and love.
the actual wedding was short, maybe a half-hour, all told. we moved quickly to my wife's friend's restaurant for all-you-can-eat mongolian barbeque. we worked the room, saying hi, making introductions. at various points, i would find myself standing, watching my new bride as she schmoozed the crowd. she exuded life. she was vivacious. she was funny, and engaging, and fucking sexy as hell, and she and i were now officially married. i knew right then just how lucky i was.
little has changed in 8 years. yes, we have two kids, a mortgage, a different car. we are older. but my wife still exudes life. she is still funny and engaging. she is still fucking sexy as hell.
and i am still the luckiest motherfucker ever to tread.
this is, i sadly admit, a little tough, because it is the first we have spent apart.
but i know our love is still strong. i know we will make up for all the kisses and touches and caresses and mushy stuff that we are missing tonight upon her return.
8 more days, o my droogs and beloved non-existants, 8 more fucking days. barely more than a week. it's barely sinking in, actually. will zip by so fast.
darth sardonic
she was stunning, her black hair piled in curls on her head, eyes alight, her cream dress showing off her beautiful legs.
i don't remember a word the jp said, so lost in her dark eyes was i, smiling like a fool and awash in sun and love.
the actual wedding was short, maybe a half-hour, all told. we moved quickly to my wife's friend's restaurant for all-you-can-eat mongolian barbeque. we worked the room, saying hi, making introductions. at various points, i would find myself standing, watching my new bride as she schmoozed the crowd. she exuded life. she was vivacious. she was funny, and engaging, and fucking sexy as hell, and she and i were now officially married. i knew right then just how lucky i was.
little has changed in 8 years. yes, we have two kids, a mortgage, a different car. we are older. but my wife still exudes life. she is still funny and engaging. she is still fucking sexy as hell.
and i am still the luckiest motherfucker ever to tread.
this is, i sadly admit, a little tough, because it is the first we have spent apart.
but i know our love is still strong. i know we will make up for all the kisses and touches and caresses and mushy stuff that we are missing tonight upon her return.
8 more days, o my droogs and beloved non-existants, 8 more fucking days. barely more than a week. it's barely sinking in, actually. will zip by so fast.
darth sardonic
Labels: i am one lucky motherfucker, i have the coolest wife ever, love
posted by darth sardonic at 9:44 PM
7 Comments:
Happy anniversary, Darth! And here's to many many more!
I hope she reads this! And congratulations!
Happy Anniversary you big mushy romantic softie you! *sniff*
You HAVE to write a book. I am telling you women are the big book buyers of the world, and women would PAY to listen to how much you love your wife, and how you father your boys.
A married man who is madly in love with his wife, and talks about it, is the sexiest man in the world. Trust me.
Happy Anniversary, Darthman. And may you have many, many more. Today is my anniversary. August is a busy month for weddings, methinks.
You are lucky. May your luck hold 20 years from now. :)
How lovely. Happy anniversary.
Lovely Darth, very beautifully said.
Just enough time to clean the house again....
So few days now....
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