William:
By now, all of my friends and family know the story of how we met - we being me and my wife, Delaney - when we were in kindergarten. To many, our story has lost it's value, it's quality. Now, it's just the story of how Will and Delaney met, but to us, it's so much more. It's our love story, our very perfect fairy tale. Or not so perfect, honestly. Friends and family know - almost - every detail of our story, from our awkward first kiss to our dramatic one year break up. To our reunion. To the night that I twirled with her under twinkling dance lights and then slid a ring on her finger just hours later.
It's been twenty years, and I still don't think the full extent of our love has sunk in yet. Not even through three - and almost four - children and our first grandchild. Not through anything we've gone through. But I'm kind of glad that I feel that way. It's more… special that way. Even after all this time - all thirty-six years of knowing her - I have yet to find out everything about her. And I know most things. I know that she puts on her left shoe first, or the way that it's always her left hand that reaches for the toothbrush in the morning. But I'm always learning, always exploring the things that I've yet to find out about the love of my life.
I guess that's what makes our love so special. It's growing, forever. It's a constant. I'm always growing in love with her. I love her more today than I did yesterday, but I don't love her as much as I will tomorrow. I love her every time I look at our children, and every time I see my grandson's eyes light up at the sight of me. I physically feel our love with every hug from my daughter, or every time I put my head on her stomach to feel our - soon to be - daughter kicking. I especially feel it when she touches me - whether it is just a casual touch or something more. I see and feel her and her love in everything. I don't think I could handle it if I didn't.
It's been twenty years since I slid a ring onto her finger and proclaimed her my wife. It's been twenty-seven years since our first kiss, and thirty-six years since the first time I saw her. But I know that it's not our limit. I will be in love with this woman until the day my life ends, but that won't be all, either. I will love her until the ends of eternity, but even that won't be enough.
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