My wife hates this photo. I get it. It's where I lost my wedding ring in a little photo scouting snafu where a wave put me on my butt and the water took off with my ring. After a change of clothes, I later took this picture to memorialize the event and torture my wife forever.
It was quite the trip. I was alone in Hawaii with a bunch of happy couples all around me. Daily, I drove back and forth across the island to keep getting back to this spot every day hoping the ring would surface. My phone got soaked in a flash rainstorm while hiking back one evening to sleep in the back of my tiny little rental car for the umpteenth time. I kinda got lost on a lava field one day. I smelled like a dirty sock.
But there were also some really good parts. I found these tasty locally made blueberry bagels. I think I ate 12 or 18 of them. I hope it wasn't 18. I saw lava spilling out into the ocean. I took 3 showers in less than 24 hours before flying back. I saw lava spilling out of the ocean and it was changing every... single... day. I also had time to think. I realized just how much I love my wife. I already loved her, but I found out I really love her. A lot. A lot, a lot, a lot... even though at the time she didn't want to talk to me after I gave her the "really bad news" portion of the "do you want the bad news or the really bad news?"
And that's part of it. For all my shortcomings, she forgives. She helps guide me in the right direction. She supports me in chasing my dreams. Dreams that take me all over the country and world without her. But dreams that always include her by my side each and every time I come home.
She's the beauty and the brains and the everything in our household. She's my bestie. And the best parts of me. The one who has made me want to be the best man, husband, and father that I can possibly be. And it all "officially" started 5 years ago, when somehow the great state of Colorado got confused and allowed me to marry her. It will do down as the day I became the luckiest guy on the planet. And I still am 5 years later.
Happy 5th anniversary love.
P.S. I promise I'll try to vacuum and clean the bathroom a little more often than never.