Irresistibly Maddening

"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."

~Mark Twain




If there's one thing I've learned about Don in three years, it's that he is a bed hog. For the first year of our marriage, he had me fooled into thinking that he was snuggling up to me. Almost every morning I'd wake up clinging to the last meager inches of the bed, usually in the fetal position. However, I figure that we even each other out; I hog the covers. I've given him a choice when it comes to this by explaining that: while the rest of my body may be mammal, my feet are, in fact, cold blooded. Naturally, they need more of the blanket to keep them warm, so it's either the blanket warms them, or his legs. Our first Christmas Don bought me several pairs of fuzzy socks to sleep in. "They're for me," he grinned, "so that you won't stick your icicle feet on me." They were irresistibly soft and kept my toes toasty. While I wasn't prepared for having a bed hog as a husband, I think it's safe to say that I wasn't prepared for Don. Not in the slightest.
He drives me crazy. And I'm not just talking about the bed hogging thing, or that he's more stubborn than I am (and that's saying something). It's also the fact that he likes to share our most embarrassing moments publicly. He's also the most maddening person in the world to argue with, because he's usually right. Which makes it even more infuriating. He's the only person that can really get under my skin, and the only person that I've loved enough to let them.

He's the best thing that ever happened to me.

Happy anniversary, Sweetheart. Here's to the tickle tortures, water fights, I-love-you kisses, dirty dishes, laughing til we cry, crying til we laugh, pee-green broccoli soup that we poured down the toilet because it was too horrible to eat, homemade ice cream, cinder-block walled apartments, tears on your t-shirt, disagreements, pillow talk, broken down cars, surprise flowers, sick-day balloons, partially cooked Thanksgiving turkeys, road trips, midnight movies, long conversations, and the fact that you save the last bite for me. Here's to us. You're my handy man, and fix everything that's broken or I break in my life, including me.

So to the rest of you, help us to celebrate our anniversary by doing a few things: first, listen to our song. It's conveniently located at the top of my playlist, it's called, "Songbird". And second, go kiss/tickle/hug that infuriating significant other in your life. Life really is beautiful.