After nine years of being hitched to this one, these are the words that I would’ve spoken at my wedding.
I’m sorry that I suck sometimes.
I’m sorry that I talk
more than I listen,
And that I shrink all
of your favorite shirts.
I’m sorry that I’m selfish and stubborn,
And miss out on opps to celebrate and learn
from you.
I’m sorry that I make you my punching bag
when I feel beat up by the world.
I seek your forgiveness, will aim to move differently
and from death to us part, I will live from a place of gratitude for you.
Thank you for forgiving me on days that I suck.
Thank you for encouraging me to be a better listener.
Thank you for wearing the now-tiny shirt to make me laugh.
Thank you for seeing my selfishness for what it truly is,
and reminding me that I’m not the only one who is taking care of me now.
Thank you for celebrating my stubborn nature
when it is healthy and looks more like “determination”.
Thank you for a wisdom that is so complimentary to mine.
I adore learning from and with you.
Thank you for rubbing my shoulders in the corner
of the boxing ring when the world beats me
up and telling me to get back out there.