Friday, November 07, 2008

Mah-wahge. Mah-wahge is whah bwings us togethaaaah, toodaaaay.

“True Love”
Judith Viorst

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packer
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he's dead.

It's true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,
He wouldn't tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save,
He says he'd save me.

It's true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting the chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True love.

Happy Anniversary to my wonderful husband who's seen me at my best and at my worst; who always encourages me to be who I am, neurotic quirks and all, and loves me anyway.

Who lobs pickles onto my plate, tricks me into revealing that I know more about Star Wars (and other geeky stuff) than I care to admit, and who knows what I mean when I say the grey paint is too Maroon-ey.

Ah Ya Yooooo.


Cindy in Happy Valley said...

I am stunned to learn that we share the same wedding anniversary. With different men, I hope. Wait....mine's an "R" too! But he'd never go for the nipple rings, and I'd have to divorce him if he did.

Anyway, Happy Anniversary! We're 21 and counting.

I hope this doesn't post twice. Blogged seemed to choke the first time.

Jo said...

Happy Anniversary!

And I *loved* the poem :)

Nell said...

Happy Anniversary!

SiressYorkie said...

Judith Viorst? "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" Judith Viorst?? Dude, the lady is endlessly talented.

Happy Anniversary, PK! May your boobs always be perky, you booze readily available, and your man forever deluded that "no, really, I hardly dated ANY guys before I met you...guess I knew you were coming along..."

Kevin said...

to blave - there is nothing better.

Glad you two have survived the fire swamp of life.
OK - no more PB references.

Happy Anniversary

Jezabell said...

Happy Anniversary PK. May you have many, many more glorious years together.

Sorka said...

wow what a raw gem of a poem! Happy happy!

Trillian42 said...

Happy anniversary, hon!!

Kevin C said...

I feel exceptionally late with this, but happy anniversary!

Penny Karma said...

You were right on time, actually. Within the Ish. :)

ZantiMissKnit said...

I'm pretty late with this too. Happy Anniversary!