Eleven years ago today I became the luckiest man in the world. The love of my life said, “I do,” before all of our friends and family and she has stuck with me for eleven years.
We are not that mythical perfect couple, nor do we have a perfect marriage. We fight, we yell, we cry. Most of all though we love. There is no question that we love each other and would give anything for each other. We have hit the lowest of lows and the highest of highs together. We have survived times that may have shattered other marriages and we are still faced with challenges, but we manage to work our way through them just the same.
I look at her and smile and she wonders why, but all I can tell her is that I love her and it is the truth. She is the sunlight that illuminates my dreary night and I can’t help but grin in the quiet moments of our life together.
Tracy has given me three beautiful children and she is a spectacular mother, caring for her boys in ways that I would never think about.
She is my partner and my future and I love her more than words can say. As a writer I find this a little embarassing. I should be able to extole her virtues in prose, but every attempt has left me feeling like I can do better. She is beautiful and smart to the point where I wonder how I got so lucky and when will she wise up. She is funny and puts up with my bad jokes too. She is my everything and I would be so much less without her.
I love you Tracy. Happy Anniversary.
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Happy Anniversary Eric and Tracy.
Touching and well said, Eric! Congrats to you both. 🙂
Thank you very much.