Since the last time I wrote one of these six years ago, I am
older and fatter. Most other comparative
adjectives don’t play in my favor, either.
However, I do still have life insurance and The Wife has the DVR full of
episodes of “Snapped”. This blog post is
quickly headed towards being a potential cry for help. Let me get us back on track.
Since the last time I wrote one of these six years ago, The
Wife and I got one son through college and another is just three months from
doing the same. The Older One also has a
good job, a wife, a house and a baby (done in that order). The Younger One already has a terrific job waiting
for him after he graduates. The Wife is,
and always has been, an extraordinary mother to our sons. And to no one’s surprise, she is taking to
the new role of grandmother quite easily.
A very sexy grandma at that (do yourself a favor though…do NOT google
“sexy grandma”).
Since the last time I wrote one of these six years ago, I’ve
spent too much time ranting on twitter about sports, politics, music and
nonsense. Then, I’ve spent too much time
writing articles for blogs about Bourbon.
The Wife has been ever supportive: laughing at my jokes and liking my
tweets (an occasional re-tweet is a much better way to say “I love you”, but I
won’t complain).
Since the last time I wrote one of these six years ago, work
life for both of us has been quite different than either of us imagined. The Wife re-entered the workforce and, again
to no surprise, she is exceptional at what she does. She also remains remarkably supportive and
encouraging to me in my work. It’s like
she’s an amalgamation of all the women from the movie “9 to 5”.
Since the last time I wrote one of these six years ago, a
lot has changed. Change, in general, is
expected. Change, in specific…that’s
where the surprise comes in. Some of it’s
great. Some of it’s good. Some of it’s not so good. Some of it, honestly, can kinda suck. The constant in all of this has been The
Wife. There is not a shadow of a doubt
of her love, her support or her character regardless of great, good or sucky
changes in circumstances. I don’t have
to fear that if I mess up, will she still love me (she hasn’t quit on me yet…why
start now?). Even though she may
binge-watch a dozen episodes of “Snapped”, I don’t have to fear that she’ll
kill me in my sleep.
Since the last time I wrote one of these six years ago, there is one amazing thing that has changed in such amazing ways and that is amazingly how I love her more now than then. And that is something that I did not believe could be possible.
