You put up with me. Oh, how you put up with me. And I put up with you. Boy, do I ever. Our marriage is full of so many ups and downs. We go from laughing to fighting to crying (well, mostly me crying) to making up and then laughing again. It’s quite passionate, in a suburban married couple sort of way.
You share my thoughts, my dreams, and my son. And you still make me happy. Even though you really, really, really piss me off sometimes. And I really, really, really piss you off sometimes too. But it’s all ok in the end. Because we’re in for the long haul.
I’m happy I found you. And that you found me. And that we’re still here. And you still make me smile.