So, this might sound a little sad or, I dunno, less than perfectly loving. But I hope it’s not read that way, because it’s only like that on the very surface. Beneath that is the very depth of love — the good stuff. The REALLY good stuff.
So, sometimes Whit and I — we don’t like each other very much. I’m a slob, I disrespect her generosity by not putting away the laundry that she’s done for me. I leave dishes and sometimes socks out. I can be emotionally inattentive. And Whit has her bothersome qualities and habits, too.
So — that’s the bad part.
The good part? As much as we want to just take a face punch at one another sometimes, there’s no one I’d rather be with. There’s no one I trust more and no better partner I could imagine for myself. As angry as we might be with one another at any moment, I have no doubt that she’s the one I want to go through life with.
And that’s the good stuff. My heart is my wife’s no matter what. We’ve been married, now, for two years (and a few days), and I can’t wait to see what we’re like after another decade and another still.
Though sometimes my mind gets in the way, my heart always loves Whit. Dot com.