Over a year ago, I got this comment:
The Anti-Jared’s Proud Wife said…
Nine years ago today, I met my wife.
I met her on a blind date
Which is funny, because I hate surprises
The blind date was at a bar.
Which is funny because I do not drink.
I knew the moment I met her I would spend the rest of my life with her.
Which is not that funny, but very true.
If you ask 100 people the meaning of love, you will get 100 answers.
So here is my take.
Love is not Valentine’s Day.
Love is not Birthday’s.
Love is not Christmas.
Those are easy. You know in advance to be sweet. You know you need to get a gift or take someone out to dinner.
To me, love is the hard day. The hard year. The times when you want to run away, yet you stand by someone’s side.
It is the day you move to Buffalo because your “girlfriend” wants to be close to her family.
Love is trying to help your “fiance” lose weight while he is on his way to 420 pounds.
Love is learning together how to raise a beautiful baby boy.
My wife and I have made many sacrifices over the last nine years. We never dwell on them.
What we do is make each other better.
That is love.
I see so many people in unhappy relationships who think to themselves
“I wonder what I could have had?”
“Man, I know what I could have lost!”
My wife never made a meal for me during my weight loss or maintenance.
She never worked out with me.
She has never gone to a WW meeting with me.
Yet, I could not have lost the weight without her.
For nine years she has made me a better person. She has pulled the inspiration and encouragement out of me. She saw “theantijared” when I was 420 pounds. When no one else saw it.
So today when we woke up, I looked out the window and got a little upset.
“You know, John (my neighbor) really needs to take care of his yard or I am calling the HOA!”
My wife looked out the window and with a puzzled look said:
“You are crazy. John’s yard looks awesome!”
Yeah, but it does not compare to the really green grass on my side.