One Year: A Letter on Love

One Year.

Nine.

Fifteen.

Newlyweds; yet hardly.

People ask, “How’s the married life?”

The response?

“Perfectly imperfect, just like all the other years of waves we’ve ridden together…”

I am just now grasping how to purely love.

I knew you a lifetime ago. Bleach-blonde hair chatting clever remarks behind me on a hill of a baseball park. One look and I felt up to knowing you for much more than our springtime meet cute.

We’ve learned so much: How to work together professionally on a daily basis;

How to rebound from screw-ups;

How to design, build, and problem solve as a team.

I am your sous chef & creative eye.

You are my head cook & tool man.

Journeyman to apprentice. Lover to best friend who’s slept over too many nights in a row, we’ve discovered we need breaks— “Me time” is healthy & key to us being able to look at each other as much as a working couple does.

I respect you and your win-win approach to living. You exist in a caliber all your own— where you give people your utmost best; where your kindness, integrity, and selflessness inspires me. Many miss it, even some of the closest to you. I see you. I watch your actions as they prove the power of your intent. The callousness you experience, like resistance to good, is a reminder of the Yin to the Yang of all things. Breathe my love, you’ve got this & me by your side.

We’re grasping how to disagree with compassion, understanding nothing binds us or divides us unless we allow. May we continue to progress, bettering ourselves and as such, the pulsing being which is us.

Happy Anniversary, William.

Love,

Your Wife