Tears

For those of you whose stomach turns when hearing about super sappy love stuff, I suggest you stop reading.

So my wife cries when she gets super happy. That’s cool. I dance when I’m super happy.

It makes life better when you’re with someone who makes you appreciate everything from getting a health insurance card in the mail to when the meal you get at a new restaurant is super good. It feels like every day is a trip to Disney or like going to the Thanksgiving Day Parade when I’m with this woman. I think that’s the definition I will choose to give of love whenever I’m asked. Love is like going to Disney every day of your life, even if you’re headed towards downtown Bridgeport.

I so made the right choice in marrying her.

permalink :: October 28, 2007 at 9:37 pm, filed under amber.

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