Today is Mrs. Stickman's birthday! I won't tell you how old she is (that would be rude), but I would like to dedicate today's blog to her. I will use today's entry to tell the world just how wonderful she is, and how much I truly love her.
There is not another person on this planet - now, in the past, or in the future - that could ever possibly come half as close to being as perfect for me as she is. It's like the gods took one whole person, cracked it in half, and made it into two people. And now the fates have brought those two pieces back together - and what do you know, they're still a perfect fit.
Before I met her, I honestly thought the idea of a soulmate was preposterous. Just something that happened in the movies. But from the second this amazing woman walked into my life, I knew that it really did happen in real life. . . although life didn't seem real anymore once she was in it. It was like I was living a dream. Still am.
I know...this all sounds quite sappy, and even though I have been known to be a cheeseball (I love cheese!), this isn't any more than the straight truth. I love this woman. She has changed my life more than I could have ever imagined. She made me a better man, just by loving me. I want to be the absolute best that I can be for her. Every day.
No one has ever made me laugh more than she does. No one has ever understood me more than she does - although she would probably say she doesn't get me at all. And no one has ever let me truly be me, and yet still love me, like she does.
If I were to make a list of everything that I ever wanted in a wife, and then the boys on Wierd Science were to take that list and create the perfect woman on their super computer . . . the computer would spit out Mrs. Stickman. Perfect perfection!
So Mrs. S....thank you! Thank you for loving me. Thank you for encouraging me to be the best. Thank you for taking my crazy messed up life and straightening it all out. Thank you for choosing me. And thank you for loving me unconditionally, even though sometimes I know I can be the stupidest human being on the planet.
Dare I say it? Yes, I dare. You complete me. Without you I am a shell of a man. With you I feel like I could take on the world.
You are one of a kind. A true original. And I love every square centimeter of you. Head to toe. Inside and out. You are funny, smart, sexy, loving, a great mother, and the best wife money can buy. Not that I bought you. I could never afford you. Not that you are for sale. OK, I'll shut up now.
Just know that I love you. Always and forever, baby!
Happy Birthday!!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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