Stephanie Lewis is my favorite person in the entire world. She has been for quite some time now, actually, but I figured since today was our third wedding anniversary that it’s a sensible time to announce that fact to the world without all my friends retching at the cheesy, mushiness of it all. (Mmmm… mushy cheese…)
When I look at my wedding pictures today, I see a worried, puffy-looking man, clad in white, getting married to my wife. Honestly, I was quite stressed out that day. As August 12th, 2000 approached, I became more and more anxious, both because I really loved Steph and couldn’t wait to be her husband, but also because I had all sorts of odd feelings zooming around in my head. “This is a big deal! Am I really ready for this? Am I sure that I’m ready for a life-long commitment? Maybe I should’ve waited another year…” and so on. To be honest, the wedding day wasn’t that great. But marriage is absolutely wonderful.
It turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life.
I love being married. I can’t stress that enough. I come home at night and Steph is there, and I can talk to her, and have fun with her, and play games and see movies and share life with her, and it just gets better and better every single day. Sure, we have fights sometimes, but I can’t stay mad at her (mostly, she’ll tell you, because I insist on resolving all arguments immediately no matter how inconvenient). She is one of the most loving, giving people I’ve ever met, and the cool part is that she loves me back. And forgives me when I’m stupid. And likes The Simpsons, Cowboy Bebop, Beck, and web design. She even lambasts Microsoft at every chance she gets. What more could I ask for?!?
Steph, it’s been a pleasure being your husband, and I can’t wait to see what the next three, or thirty, or sixty years will bring. I love you.
And please don’t get me anything leather.