Saturday, 20 September 2008
On this day.
11 years ago, the 20th September was a beautiful, warm Saturday. I know this, because it's the day I stood before God and my family, and pledged my heart and my life, to Joel.
I woke up this morning and looked out in wonder. Brisbane (or is it just my home) is enveloped in a thick, swirling white mist, and I feel like I have the clouds at my feet. Or maybe it has nothing at all to do with the mist.
Today, Joel and I celebrate our 11th Wedding Anniversary. First, I cannot believe how fast this year has gone. Our 10th feels like a month or two ago.
Second, 11 years! And he can still make my heart race and my breath hitch, with a look in his eyes or a perfect kiss.
I was going to get all poetic and go on and on. And perhaps, later, I will. But for now, there's just this. I adore him. With every fibre of my being, I love this man. I love the feel of him, the smell of him. I love the way he kisses me and I love how safe I feel in his arms.
I love that my children think he hung the moon. Their eyes light up and their day truly starts, when Daddy gets home. I love that his eyes light up just as sweetly as theirs, when he comes in and sees us. That every afternoon is the same - as though we've not seen each other in days. Homecomings are loud and happy and tender.
I've loved him more than a third of my life, and for the life of me, I can't remember what it feels like to do anything but. I hope I never, ever have to know.
I'm sitting here, at my desk looking at the daisies he bought home yesterday. I have a 'thing' for daisies, they seem to me, to be the happiest flower of all. He knows that I simply cannot look at a daisy without smiling. I'm smiling now. Of course, he also presented me with a dozen long stemmed red roses. *Sigh*. Did I mention that I love him.
Happy anniversary, my love. Thank you for being the most amazing friend, lover, father and husband. You are a truly, wonderfully good man. I love you beyond words.