Happy Birthday to the one person I can’t live without

My wife turned thirty today – we celebrated with a co-ed softball victory (7 – 0 on the season) and some drinks at the bar after the game. I’m so fortunate to have met someone who can tolerate me and all my little OCD habits. My favorite movie of all-time is Good Will Hunting. When I moved to Chicago I watched it almost daily since I couldn’t afford cable for awhile and didn’t have many DVDs. It has been awhile since I’ve seen it but when Robin Williams’ character defines love for Will while sitting on a park bench in Boston Common…I couldn’t say it better myself.

So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.

I love that scene…and I’ll be with this woman for the rest of my life’s breaths. There isn’t anyone I’d rather travel the world with and drink wine with then her.

Photo of the Day – A Perfect afternoon in Milan

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5 thoughts on “Happy Birthday to the one person I can’t live without

  1. Such a lovely post and dedication …. congratulations to your wife!
    I really like your photo – really nice … you stay close to your woman.

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