I love the number nine.
It’s been growing on me gradually over the years.
Nine is the favourite number of my favourite person.
And nine is the number of years we have now been married.
Thank you, Boyo, for everything. I’m so grateful to have you to walk with through this journey called life. We have a great marriage, and I’m proud to be your wife. I’m so proud that we didn’t give up when things were really tough, that we didn’t walk away. We stuck it out, worked it through, and are better for it today. I love you.
Thank you for those countless times you listen to me chatter (and chatter and chatter) when you really don’t want to. Thank you for letting me cry and just hugging me till it gets better. Thank you for rising to the challenge of being a fabulous Dad. One of my greatest delights in life is listening to you play with Munchkin, read to Munchkin, make Munchkin laugh, talk with Munchkin…be Munchkin’s Daddy. I love that he asks pretty much every time we get home, “Daddy home, Mummy?” Even when it drives me nearly to distraction having to explain yet again that Daddy is at work, or Daddy is at Polytech, or Daddy is still sleeping.
You have so many dreams, and I love that about you. I love that you don’t want to be average. Keep going after your dreams, present them to God and take action on them. Learn all you can, become all you can. And one day you will get to do some of these things you dream of. I’m looking forward to that.
Thank you for letting me influence you. It’s so easy to live in the same house, yet still be two separate people. I love that you have become more ‘green’ by association, and that you encourage me and work with me to manage our money well. I love that you are my sounding board for ideas, thoughts, frustrations, hopes, dreams, everything. That’s got to be one of the best ever things about our relationship – that we can talk with each other about pretty much anything.
You are my optimist on a cloudy day. (I mean that figuratively, Mr Black and White, Mr can-read-the-weather-with-uncanny-ability!). You balance out my realism and my drive with your optimism and relaxed outlook on life.
Thank you for helping around the house more lately. I know it’s not easy, changing your routines and expectations, but while I’m not so sure about that saying that sex starts in the kitchen, I do know that a happy wife definitely equals a happy home! When you help me with things, I know that you really care about our home, about us.
My weather man.
My walking calculator.
My best friend.
I love you, and I hope we get to spend another ninety nine years perfecting this thing called marriage.