You know it’s been a while since I’ve said so on here, but my wife Missy is amazing.
She’s loving, supportive, really fun, and she gets me on a deep level that’s profound.
I feel incredibly seen by her, each and every day.
We’ve been together for about 15 years. One of the very best things about our relationship is that we’re both unapologetically enthusiastic about it. We love our love. We’re not blasé about it.
That manifests itself in a couple of really neat ways. We are the sort of couple that wears matching T-shirts. We find songs we like and share them with each other in a shared playlist. And we have text message exchanges like this one:
I send her an adorable cartoon drawing of a youngish looking man sitting on a bed, hugging and resting his face on the chest of a girl standing next to him. She says “I’m here” and his response is “❤️“
I tell Missy that the pic is us, and she tells me she loves it. In turn, I tell her I love that she loves it, and she tells me that she loves me.
We are unreservedly, unapologetically schmoopy. And we know each other for what we each are, and embrace it utterly.
I really am blessed to have her.