In 2003, I asked Jen to be my wife in a quiet, misty square in Georgia, and I was lucky enough to marry her a year later. We’ve had a hell of a trip since then, watching many things come to a close and enjoying many new beginnings together.

On Saturday we went to Sotto Sopra to celebrate our Savannahversary and enjoyed a wonderful dinner, then spent Sunday in the yard together planting our garden, cleaning out the beds, and trimming the hedges out front. While this doesn’t seem like a very anniversary-ish way to spend a weekend, we were looking forward to the time together, away from the office, planting vegetables in our little plot of earth.

I have learned so many wonderful and amazing things from my wife, it would be impossible to list them all here. In many ways, when I met her, I was like those seedlings: full of promise, and ready to grow. We have carefully tended to our garden and made it stronger, taller, and hardy. For all the mistakes we may have made, we’ve learned how to make things better and help each other bloom. I still feel like I have miles to go, but the person I am today is a long way away from who I was four years ago, and I thank her for all the guidance and support she’s given me.

Thank you, baby, for marrying me, and for the three great years we’ve had together.

(Of course, the Sky Pilot is laughing at us, because yesterday was a balmy 70° while our wedding day felt like the surface of the sun. With locusts.)

Date posted: May 23, 2007 | Filed under life | 2 Comments »

2 Responses to Three Years

  1. ren says:

    Your anniversary card, while purchased, has not yet been sent…(and speaking of overdue stuff, I recall a camera bag that was spoken of in wistful tones back in March that was going to be a birthday present. Send me the link so I can get it for you.)

    Warm anniversary wishes and hugs and kisses to you both.

  2. the idiot says:

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