...she may be a year older, but she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Bar none. She doesn't think so of course, and I may not be an objective judge...., but I don't care. She. Is. The. Most. Beautiful. Woman. I. Have. Ever. Seen. Ever. I knew that twenty-four years ago, and it remains true nearly two and a half decades later. I actually thought that this post went up on her birthday like normal, but for whatever reason it got lost in posting so here I am retyping and reposting it a week later. This seems to be becoming an issue. Color me embarrassed. Next year, I'll be on the money. I promise. Anyways, I'll keep this short. I love L.A. with all that I have. She's the rock I've built my life on, and I could not ask for a more steady foundation. She's my partner, my friend, my therapist, my soul-mate, my co-author, and so much more. I'd be lost without her in my life. So here is to you, pumpkin, however, late. Happy Birthday. And no, I won't forget the spice cake tomorrow. I bought her some chocolate for her birthday (because I'm lame, and she's hard to buy for - she doesn't really want "things") and I wrote her some poetry that I shall shout to the heavens when I see her next. It's not bad poetry, so I won't be breaking any furniture Klingon-style. To celebrate, I thought a little Stevie and Don were appropriate:
So let me preface this with this post is late and should have been dropped on the 19th …but I kind of had three members of my family go into the hospital in as many days.
So the 19th was my girls, L.A., birthday we celebrated it on our last game session (Sunday the 17th) with Chinese takeout for lunch, and an AMAZING baked salmon for dinner (by the most humble of chefs, C.). And, of course a strawberry on strawberry cake with fresh strawberries on top for dessert from moi. It was a fun day all in all. Oh and instead of singing happy birthday I decided to put up the Nyan cat video instead. Getting grown men to meow is both hilarious and fun. I’ll keep this short and sweet – I’ve loved her from the moment I saw her. Always have. Always will. She is the light of my life and keeps the dark at bay. It’s just who she is. We both love Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac but I must admit she was the one that turned me on to them both. One of my favorite songs Stevie has ever sung is Leather and Lace with Don Henley. Its one of the few songs we’ve ever danced to (neither of us like to do that often and she is way better than I) but she was teaching me to slow dance for Homecoming. Ironically, I was going with another girl at the time. Hell, I didn’t want to go…but L.A. practically made me. Said it would be good for me. All I could think about as we danced in my brother’s garage is that I did not want to go with anyone but her. That has never changed.
I love you L.A.
Today is my girlfriend's birthday, no I won’t tell you how old she is, she’d kill me (Guys, you know how chicks can be ^_~), but I want to take this bit of time and let everyone know how much I love this woman. The first time I saw her I knew I wanted to marry her, it really was that simple. I’ve heard people mock love at first sight, but I’ve believed in it since I was 9 years old. That’s right folks, I met L.A. for the first time when I was around 9, and I knew from that point forward who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Since then that feeling has not wavered and while the first few years were hard on us, we both ended up reconciling our feelings for one another. You see she’s a few years older than I am, and that really made things difficult for us both. That along with her own past (which is not my story to tell) and things looked bleak early on. But we came out ahead, and we beat the odds, and even after twenty years the feeling I get when I look at her has never changed or wavered, it’s just gotten stronger. I love that woman with all my heart and soul, I still do silly things like write her poetry, bring her flowers, or give her small tokens of affection. From a shiny pebble I found along a stream to the flight feather of a raven from my windowsill. I do these things not because I want her attention (though I do enjoy it) but because I want her to know that no matter what. Nothing or no one will stop me from loving her. That I will never give up on her, not ever. That I always think about her somewhere in the back of my mind. And I know that she loves me just is much, because really, who else could put up with my crap and still be there. She's the most beautiful, smartest, wittiest, sincere woman I've ever met. She is to me, in a word: Perfect, with a capital 'P'. Oh yeah, and she's a geek girl, I mean how lucky could a guy get? It's always good when you can make a Dr. Who reference and have your girl get it. She completes me, she's my other half, she makes me whole and I didn't even know I wasn't complete. I know it sounds sappy and a bit mushy but really, it’s how I feel and if you can’t use your blog to shout to the world at large what you are thinking about then what the hell is the use of a blog?!
So L.A., my sweet darling, my beautiful girl, my pumpkin, I want you to know that still, after all this time, you are still the one.