happy anniversary

October 8, 2007

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I have been sitting here for at least two hours, staring at my computer screen, agonizing over the perfect thing to write in honor of Tom’s and my first wedding annversary. Although we celebrated this past Saturday, the actual date is today, October 8th.

Staring at my monitor, I ponder whether or not I should recount the day Tom got down on his knees and proposed to me at Starbucks? How he was worried afterwards that he hadn’t been creative or romantic enough with his proposal. That maybe he should have stuck a ring in some creme brulee while dining in a fancy restaurant, or proposed on the big screen at Staples Center during a game. But, as far as I am concerned, getting down on his knees at Starbucks, almost spilling over my triple cappuccino, that was just about the most romantic moment I have ever shared with another human being.

Perhaps I could tell the story of how we spent a month or more trying to figure out where the perfect wedding venue would be. Would it be Meditation Mount in Ojai, Vasquez Rocks, our back yard maybe? Would it be at all interesting to mention that instead of some gorgeous garden spot, drenched in the light of the full moon, we opted for “The Marrying Guy” in Burbank, so we could afford to honeymoon in Ireland? Oh, I think I should definitely mention, that was the right choice.

I guess what I would really like to say this October 8th, is how happy I’ve been, married to Tom this past year. How in his chest beats one of the sweetest, kindest hearts I’ve ever known. I’d like to say that I’ve found a man who can deal with what I dish out with uncanny understanding. I might mention that although he can be a bit of a bull in a china shop on some occasions, he can then turn around and relate his feelings so eloquently it brings tears to my eyes. He may get the same deer-caught-in-the-headlights stare that most men get when asked the question: “Do these pants make me look fat?” And yet, despite that, still manages to let me know, I am beautiful in his eyes.

Here I sit, unsure of what to post on this, our first wedding anniversary. So maybe I’ll just say, I married my best friend. I am the luckiest person in the world.

Happy Anniversary Tom.