Today is kind of a tough day for me. Three years ago, my wife and I got married in Singapore. I still remember walking down the street, holding her hand for the first time as husband and wife. I loved her then, with all of my heart, and now, after three years, I love her even more.
The reason today is tough, though, is because we aren’t together on our anniversary for the first time. A year ago, we celebrated this special day in Manila in the Philippines. The year before that, we celebrated in Singapore. This year, we’re separated by thousands of miles, and it really just sucks the joy out of the occasion. That’s not to say I’m not thankful for another anniversary, another year of having my wife in my life.
She’s an amazing woman. She’s my source of inspiration, my constant companion, and a source of motivation. She’s dedicated, passionate, sweet and kind. She’s a great cook. She’s full of great ideas and fun to talk to. She’s patient. She’s practical. She’s damn good looking too! She’s really the best I could have hoped for and everything I need.
I won’t try to sum up everything she means to me in a blog post, but I want to say that I love her more and more with each passing day. I can’t imagine life without her, and nothing brings me greater joy than knowing that soon we’ll be having coffee and sharing stories, going out and living our lives, together again.