My wife and I met in July of 1999. We both worked for Hellmart….I mean Wal-Mart. Both of our birthdays are in July. I had just turned 21 while she had just turned 18. We were friends for a little while before I finally asked her out. We started dating soon after. Our first dating run only lasted a few months before we slowly started drifting apart. She needed to focus on graduating high school and I needed to focus on growing up (some might say I still need to do that, but, hey, I’m mature when I need to be).
That was the beginning of our on-again/off-again phase. We spent the next few years going back and forth between ‘seeing each other’ and ‘not seeing each other’. Finally, a realization hit us: there must be something going on between us otherwise we wouldn’t keep coming back to each other. We also realized that the reasons we had for breaking up were usually stupid because they were things that shouldn’t have kept us apart. We’ve been together ever since.
I’m not going to lie and say that it’s all been easy. It hasn’t. We’ve been through some rough patches. The one thing that has remained constant, even through all the off-time, is that we’ve always remained friends. Very rarely have we ever been mad at each other, and, when we are, it’s never for very long. One of the things we’ve learned along our road together is that fighting is idiotic. No two people will ever agree on everything, so we know that there will be times we don’t see eye-to-eye on something. The only thing fighting about it will do, however, is make it worse. When we come across a situation where we disagree, we calmly talk it out. I know it doesn’t sound real, but it really is that simple for us.
I married my wife in June of 2009. Even if, sometime in the future, I were to invent time-travel and cure every known disease, marrying her would still be the smartest thing I ever did. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. She is smart, funny, kind, and generous. What her family and friends want are more important to her than what she wants. She deserves nothing but the best, because she is the best. I strive every day to be worthy of the love she gives me.
Some of you out there might be thinking that I’m only doing this post to score some points with Mrs. Revis on Valentine’s Day. That might be true, except for one thing: She might not ever see this. My wife doesn’t read my posts very often. There’s rarely a reason for her to. My story posts she doesn’t need to read on here because they’re saved onto the computer before they go on the blog, so she can read them there whenever she wants. All of my other posts are things I’ve already talked to her about, so she doesn’t need to read those either. So, unless someone tells her about it, she’s not going to know I did this.
Why am I doing this if I don’t think she’ll see it? That’s simple. I tell her at least once a day how much I love her, but sometimes that doesn’t seem like enough. With this post, I’m telling the whole world that I love her more and more every single day. They say that nobody is perfect, and they’re right. My wife is not a perfect person, but she’s perfect for me and, for that, I will forever be thankful.