In the evening, like tonight, she'll go to bed earlier than me and give me kiss before heading upstairs.
We don't really "celebrate" much. Every minute of the day seems so full. Kids, cows, garden, fences, chicken, shipping product, cleaning...working...living.
Patrice may not always be first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning - But I get up only because she's here. She may not always be the last thing on my mind when I fall asleep - but I'm always the spoon she's nestled in. Patrice may not be on my mind every minute of the day - but there is no one and nothing that I think about more. She is the sunshine of my life - so I never fear the darkness. If I do something that makes me proud - it's because I want her to be proud of me. If I screw up, I feel bad because I never want to be less in her eyes.
I believe in God. I believe his Son died to take away the sins of the world. Still...I worry sometimes that when my day is done, and I face my Lord, the balance of my shortcomings might sway things against me. But if the Lord asks me to say one thing in my defense - one last chance to change my fate - I'll tell him that "Patrice loves me." And that must surely count for a lot.
And I will love her until the end of time.
Happy 9,125th anniversary Maeve.
I can hardly wait till tomorrow.
UPDATE: Folks, I didn't know Don put this up until I checked the comments this morning. I'm standing here with tears flowing down my cheeks because of the love my husband holds for me.
Happy anniversary, darling husband. I love you more than I can say.