To You by thatcher
It's late and I have been watching you sleep. And I've concluded that you have the most beautiful face I have ever seen. What were the odds that two people on different sides of the ocean would meet and get married and be happy? In our case, I'd say the odds were 100%. We were meant to be. I knew it the first time I saw your beautiful face.
So now that this surgery has blessed me with good health again - no more migraines, no more endo pain, no more mood swings and fatigue and all those symptoms on the perimenopause list, I want to thank you for some things.
When we first talked about getting married, you said you didn't care that I had chronic headaches, that you would take care of me. You did. Thank you for all the times you held me up off of the bathroom floor, for all the hot water bottles you made and refilled, for all the ruined holidays you never mentioned.
When the pain in my gut started a couple of years ago and the doctors said there was nothing wrong, thank you for pushing me to get a second, third and fourth opinion, until I found someone who would listen and fix the problem.
Thank you for singing Space Oddity with me at 5 a.m. in the car on the way to the hospital for my surgery to help calm my nerves.
For all the aftercare - on the pot, off the pot; in the bed, out of the bed.
For all the Hardee's iced teas you brought home without me asking, as if somehow you knew.
For that time in Paris you told me to close my eyes and you led me around the corner and said ok and when I opened them I was looking at the Eiffel Tower, all lit up and beautiful.
For watching all those old movies with me on Saturday mornings, particularly Godzilla Vs. Mothra and LIKING them.
For introducing me to Indian food.
For letting me introduce you to birdwatching and taking an interest - for calling me to tell me you've just seen a certain bird and you thought I'd like to know.
For helping turtles across the road.
For letting us swim with dolphins.
For all the trips we have planned now that I feel great!
For looking me in the eye and telling me that since my surgery I am more desirable than ever and meaning it.
For the snowman you spent an hour making before I woke up surprised because you know how much I love snow.
For always letting me have the window seat because you know I love takeoff.
For changing your middle name to my maiden name since I took yours when we got married.
For telling me you are a better person because of me when I am still trying to figure out what I did to deserve you.
For everything - the small things, the big things, for all things...for 7 years of a dream come true.
I love you.