Fifteen years ago today I married a man with a pony tail. His pony tail is gone now, but my love for him continues to grow. He has cared for me when I was sick, made me laugh my deepest, cry bucket fulls of joy, and touched me deep in my soul. He’s taken me on adventures to far away lands and within the walls of our own home. He encourages me to pursue my passions and, when I get stuck, asks “what can I do to help.” He eats the experimental meals I cook for him without complaint, even when they’re not do-overs, and he indulges me when I get lazy and ask him to bring home take-out. There are a million and one reasons to love this man of mine, but the number one reason is that he loves me so well. Happy anniversary, Lou Side.
