I've been married for seven years today.
This picture basically sums up my relationship with Tom:
I'm insane.
And he's...well...not.
Last night we went to Wal-Mart and I casually reminded him that our anniversary was the next day and did he remember to get a card?
So he made sure to detour to the card section.
"Make sure you write something in it," I added cheerfully.
To which Tom rolled his eyes. "Why?" he boomed. "The card says everything already!"
It's a long standing arguement between us. I say that you should always write in a card to make it personal.
He claims that it's not necessary because the card already has everything that he would have written anyhow.
A few times, while we were dating, he'd hand me a card and I'd open it and nothing would be written in it.
"Uh?" I'd say. "Where is the writing?" I'd turn the card over in my hands in confusion, searching for his familiar scrawl.
"It doesn't need writing," Tom would explain patiently. "You see all that?" he continued, gesturing to the gold writing on the card. "That says everything already."
"But," I said, "it doesn't make it PERSONAL."
Tom always tells me that he's not going to write in the card.
But each time he does.
I woke up to this card at my place on the couch.
I flipped it open and...
Writing!
In case you can't read what Tom has written, he says this:
"I love you very much. I am sorry that work keeps me away from you and the kids all the time. Just know that all the bull that I go through keeps you and the kids safe. You are a very special woman and one of a kind. I am privledged to have met and married you. You are the love of my life. I love every moment that we spend together."
I left him a card of course:
As you can see, my card is one of the humorous ones. Tom's attention goes fast so I always get something brief and to the point. If I got him a card like he got me, he'd get that glazed look in his eyes and probably politely pretend to read it while thinking in the back of his head, "Oh. I really want to see that new movie Valkarie. How much longer do I need to stare at this to make it seem like I really read it?"
This is what I wrote:
"I hope you realize how important you are to me. I may not always say it but I am so proud of you. You work so hard so that I am able to stay at home with our babies. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. You are a wonderful man and father.
I also appreciate you putting up with my crazy butt. I know I'm a bit strange at times.
I love you so much. You are my person."
I think Tom was confused on the whole "you are my person" thing.
"Oh," I said. "It's a Grey's Anatomy thing."
No presents though.
The Wii was our present.
Which, by the way, I suck at. The computer keeps beating me in tennis.
And once, during bowling, I accidentally hurled the ball at the pixelated Wii people behind me.
Oopsie.
I took these pictures of Tom playing with Natalie. She was "talking" to him and Tom was going, "Oh really? How interesting.."
Natalie's speak came out as, "Ba da da eh ah oooo ba.." She was probably saying, "Okay, when I'm sixteen you're totally buying me a car, right?"
I made this video last year. A lot of you have already seen it. But I'll re-post in for those who have not.
It basically sums up my relationship with Tom.
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