That seems somewhat futile. No gift, no amount of money spent could ever encapsulate what she means to me or how much I value her friendship.
Over the past few days, I've been thinking of how best to tell her that I love her more now then I did ten years ago. From the get go I thought I'd do so via this blog. Given my propensity to forget greeting cards over the years, I thought this could serve as a cheesy attempt to make up for many anniversary cards that never were.
Here are a few moments that took life from the words that got us started ten tears ago.
1. For better or for worse
Kris and I have had plenty of both. I'm not ashamed of the worse. It has served to make for a stronger relationship. At one point, the worse found me coming home from a business trip to find the house empty and Kris gone to the other side of the country. That feeling of complete and total loneliness will never fully leave my mind. The good news is, there is too much "for better" to write about.
The better has taken us on many walks, hand in hand around NYC. It has seen us on impromptu trips to Howe Caverns.
The better brought us to Arizona.
The better gave us LCBC
The better has allowed us to be surrounded with great people in our new home.
2. For rich or poor
I'm not sure we have ever been either. I know we used to have more "extra" money then we do now. I know that we want for nothing on a daily basis. Together, we are being taught what is truly important in life. Together we will struggle, and succeed. Together we will try to teach Aiden what it means to be rich. Should all else rot around me, I will be rich as long as Kris is nearby.
3. In sickness and in health.
When I think sickness, only one story comes to mind. Kris was in the police academy. The academy was housed in an archaic building on NY's lower east side. Sickness and rats both ran rampant in this place. In this environment, the largest police instruction program in the country beats the shit out of you for the better part of a year. At one point Kris was running a fever of 100+, dealing with damaged ligaments in her ankle and fighting off pneumonia and the most ungodly rash you can imagine. Our bathroom and bedroom had a steady odor of ben-gay and was a maze of extension cords for humidifiers and heating pads. She never took a sick day or missed a single minute of instruction, classroom or tactical. It was awesome and frightening to see a person so badly beaten down, yet so insanely strong all at the same time.
This is the girl I love.
Witnessing Kris withstand all that gives me confidence that we are well equipped to handle the hell that a child of mine is likely to unleash upon mankind.
And now for the obligatory modern day slide show.