Anniversary #3

I’ve been married to a wonderful, beautiful woman for three years now. This morning, when I woke up to the sight of her, something inside of me clicked. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive and happy, truly happy. I resolved to continue the day in this new mindset. I wasn’t going to let anything bring me down. And if I could make it through one day being positive, perhaps I could make it through two, or three, or even a whole week. I love my wife and I love the way she makes me feel. As I wrote in the little card that came with the flowers I sent her, any day is a better day when it begins and ends with her.

Sending the flowers was really the first thing to keep me on the right track today. It was something I wanted to do and it was something I stuck to. I went into work, I looked at the web site, and I made the order. There was no dilly-dallying, no nervousness, no avoiding a decision. I took action. When I’m clearheaded, I know that the inability to take action is what realy drives my madness. I was clearheaded this morning.

At some point during the day, I joked with my coworkers that all I would have to do is buy Stef flowers twice more and then I’d have earned my iPod. After all, the last time I asked her about it, she said, "Well, what do I get?", instead of a flat "No." Little did I know what was going through my wife’s head this morning, even before she saw the flowers that had all the girls at work jealous.

You see, she’d been wanting to do something special for me for our anniversary and also to cheer me up. She longed to see me smile again, even if for something really silly and possibly trivial. Stephanie went out on lunch looking for that very gadget I had been begging for, for months. She had no luck, but she was determined to get done what she wanted to get done as well.

After she came home, we went to dinner at Chili's (we had a gift certificate left over from Christmas and neither of us felt like anything fancier). When dinner was done, and it was apparent we could still make it back in time to watch Smallville, Stef mentioned she wanted to stop by the mall. Strange, I thought, but then my mind started rolling—it’s one track, you know—and I thought, "Nah. She wouldn’t. Would she?"

When she pulled me into the Apple store, it was all done. I’ve been grinning all night since then.

I haven’t taken it out of the box yet, because I know I’d be up all night if I did. Tomorrow morning, I’ll try to get some writing done and then I’ll open it. It’s really crazy. I even tried to talk her out of it, saying it was reinforcing bad habits (You know… Like, you get what you want when you’re all mopy and depressed). She said I wasn’t five, so I shouldn’t worry about it. After that, I didn’t.

We came home, watched the episode of Smallville, which we’d set the PC to record, and now it’s time for bed.

I love my wife. I really, really do.