You are the doer in our little family, and I am the do-it-tomorrow-er. You’re the practical one, and I am the dreamer. I misplace my phone and keys almost everyday, but you never lose anything. You are neat and tidy. I leave a messy trail behind me wherever I go. Sometimes I think if I didn’t have you to look after me, I’d just slowly drift off into space and disappear, like a balloon slipping from a child’s hand in the park.
The other day we were eating dinner, and I asked for a piece of garlic bread. I knew there were only end pieces left and one middle piece. I’d already had one middle piece and had left the other one for you. But you brought it to me, even though I know you like the middle pieces best too. “A middle piece? But that was for you,” I said. “I know, but I know you don’t like the end pieces,” you replied. “I’ll eat the end piece.” That is our marriage in a nutshell.
Thank you for making me laugh everyday. Thank you for traveling the world with me. Thank you for being my model when I want to try a new photography technique. Thank you for keeping my feet on the ground, even when my head is in the clouds.
Thank you for taking the end pieces.
Happy anniversary, John. I love your face.
(Photograph of us by Luma.)