The 100th Entry

On October 21, 2007 I launched this blog for you. My first post was a birthday gift to you. I had actually started posting almost a month prior to that so that you would have a few entries to read on your birthday. I really can't write songs. I wish I could. It would be cool to sing to you like Adam Duritz a song I had written just for you, but it just isn't my thing. So because of that I started this blog. This entry marks the 100th time I have updated the blog in the past 19 months.

I figured I would share so of my favorite moments from this blog as a reminder to you of how much I truly love you. The idea is that you will read a few of the items I list and then go and re-read the post (and find it) that it references.

1) The very first post was the post I revealed to you that in the morning you smell like pancakes. I find it quite interesting that pancakes have become an important part of our relationship.

2) The post on the "couch" seems even more appropriate now that we have the couch the size of a small country in our family room.

3) I have made reference to almost 60 songs over the past 19 months. Do you remember the first song I wrote about? (answer below)

4) Without us ever really knowing it we were reciting "the airplane text" as a ritual. Once I put it in this blog we both realized how safe it made us feel.

5) The Superman Theme is referred to no fewer than 6 times. It is still something I think I don't really understand. And while I think it is a bad thing at times, it is a terrific thing at other times.

6) The "Pictures of You" post on December 11th is one of my favorites.

7) 14 posts in 2007, 47 in 2008 and 39 in 2009 so far.

8) I actually have a post that refers to an episode of Grey's Anatomy.

9) We had a really good weekend on the first weekend in February of 2008. One word "Gwen".

10) Before the "anniversary poem" I tried and failed at different forms of poems at least 3 times.

11) The younger daughter's video for her sister's graduation was apparently an emotional roller coaster for all us for about 2 months.

12) I wrote a post about being "normal" and I am certain I set a record for typos.

13) Our oldest daughter had hr "dreams" come true when she was accepted to her school of choice. Re-reading the post I made about it makes me even more upset at how she changed while she was away. Get our little girl back this summer.

14) You really do have "perfect skin".

15) The graduations ceremony was a true work of art.

16) You have MANY kinds of pretty.

17) You are the reason I like the Counting Crows so much.

18) Thumb Wrestling and advice to a nephew.

19) I finally gave you some wedding vows.

20) We have played our share of "games" in the past 20 years.

21) I am doing pretty decently on my New Years resolution.

22) The "signature" was a long time in it's development and them you helped make it even better.

23) I pulled off the anniversary poem. It actually worked better than I imagined.

24) Valentines Cards are overrated.

25) There are a dozen references to your eyes and even a song all about them.

So there it is a comprehensive review of the FIRST 100 posts. I guess this blog has turned out to be a good thing. A way to share and tell you how I feel. A way to communicate and have you understand what I feel. A way to make you laugh and remind of good times. There is so much more I would like to say.....I will eventually get it all in this blog. Oh yeah and the answer to the first song question was "Dogs" by Damien Rice.

You're the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.

My Senses

The next update to this blog will be number 100. I have been waiting for that day to come so I can resurrect some nifty "Top 10" List entries. But not today. Today we focus on you. Lots of you. I really want to spend a whole blog talking about just how beautiful you are. How beautiful you always have been. How certain I am that you will be beautiful forever.

Definition of "Beautiful" according to dictionary.com:

beau·ti·ful (byt-fl)

adj.

1. Having qualities that delight the senses, especially the sense of sight.

2. Excellent; wonderful.

Seems fitting doesn't it. You certain have qualities that delight my senses. I'd have to go beyond just the sense of sight. I can certainly see your beauty. But there are so many other ways I "sense" it.

I love the way you smell. There is something so sweet about it. In the morning like pancakes. By the afternoon that sweet smell gets more subtle, but ever more enticing. By the time we go to bed your sweet smell makes me feel so safe and warm. With my eyes closed and a million people in a room, I could find you just based on your amazing smell.

I love the sound of your voice. I know you hate it. But nothing makes me happier than hearing your beautiful voice on the other end of the phone after a long day. Or when I need a smile. So rarely do you sound "down". Always "kind of happy, kind of silly..." well you know the rest. It always puts me in a good mood.

I love the sounds you make. Your snore (albeit a rare occurrence) is actually cute. You takes these really safe and content sounding "deep breaths" when you sleep. You laugh so subtly and with such true enjoyment. When you are truly happy and content you very often let out a "mmmmmm" sound - often when we hug. I love that, it makes the hug even better.

I love the way you taste. Nothing is better than your soft sweet kisses. Lip gloss (or whatever the girls call it these days) or not you give sweet tasting kiss. Your skin doesn't have that salty taste, but rather a "soft" taste. It may sound odd to talk about how you taste, but it is one of the senses you arouse in me.

I love the way you feel to the touch. You are the epitome of soft and feminine to touch. Your skin is so smooth and soft. Your feel warm (except your hands sometimes are pretty chilly!) all the time. You fit perfectly in our hugs. I also like the touch of your finger tips on me anywhere you put them. Do you remember when you would simply lightly run your fingers on my forearm? It felt so good. Of how you lightly touch the back of my neck with your fingertips while I drive? I love that.

So it finally comes back to the last sense delighted by your beauty - the way you look. I cannot express to you just how amazed I am every time I look at you. Your smile dazzles me. Your eyes astound me. Your curves arouse me. Your hair is perfect. I love every square inch of you and how beautiful you look. You are truly the most attractive person I know. You are my super model. My princess. My love.

So there you have it. Your beauty in a nutshell. If beauty delights the senses (see the definition again so that doesn't sound weird) then you delight all five of mine. Your are beautiful. Plain and simple.


You're the world to me. I Love you more than anything in the world.

Rambling Rambling Rambling

It was a pretty exciting day today for our little business. I usually don't put these kind of references in the blog, but I thought you might appreciate this small tidbit of information. This morning on the plane I read my horoscope (which I rarely read) and it said "You financial situation will get a big change today". How funny is that?

So with all of that you had me pretty busy today. You are a tough boss, but the "side" benefits are really nice aren't they? It is like a on-going bonus plan.

In looking back at the blog I found the entry where I told you to go and buy a new couch. The one where I finally decided that we should go ahead and get one to make some "new" memories. Well we finally got that new couch. It must be magic because it can make you fall sound asleep at virtually any time of the day. But I sure like the new memories it is bringing. It is pretty cool to have a couch that allows us the space to both stretch out and enjoy whatever we are doing.

This past weekend was nice. It was so nice to get back to "us" and not be arguing. We really have so much more to lose than a regular married couple when things aren't going well. I guess that has its good and bad. Good that what we have is so special and bad because when things don't go well it is so noticeable.

Ok I realized that this is really just a rambling blog entry. It is really late (I just finished working because my "boss" told me I had to!). I am going to make another post tomorrow night when I won't be so distracted. It was kind of fun to ramble to you like you were sitting right next to me or something.

More tomorrow - better tomorrow. I promise. Good night.

You're the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.

Happy Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day. No better day was every created for you. I think that when you look back on your life that being a mother - and more importantly the kind of mother you are - will be your proudest memory. The kind of mother you are is so special. It is the one thing you can never lose, never regret and always be certain is the right way. Our children have not only learned to be the people they are from you, but hopefully have learned to be the kind of mothers they will be from you.

I too have learned from you. I have learned what really unconditional love can mean. I have learned what it means to completely put someone else before myself. I watch you do it with them all the time. It isn't always easy. It does necessarily come naturally. But you seem to do it with them so effortlessly.

You are a perfect mother. The kind that will leave such lasting memories for your children, your husband and every one who you come across in life.

The other night I was searching for some kind of verse on what motherhood really means. I found a poem by Edgar Alan Poe of all people on Mother's Day. While I know it isn't my text I am sharing, it really seems appropriate for you. I hope you enjoy it.

"Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”

Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.

My mother—my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. "

While it may bother you that I incorrectly say "mommy" all the time. You are the mother that I think of when I think of the word mother. The three of us (me and the girls) are blessed that you are the mother in our family.

You're the world to me. I Love you more than anything in the world.