I never knew who I really was until I met the person that made me who I am…
I have a wife (sorry folks) and she is the most amazing person I have ever met. Today is the anniversary of when we first became boyfriend and girlfriend. Four years ago today, we took a step that would result in (so far) four happy years of relationship and (so far) one blissful year of marriage. I could write essay after essay on how I feel about Georgie (my wife), but today I would just like to outline the reasons that I love her the way I do.
I have never met anyone in my life as purely good as Georgie is. I mean sure, she has a dark sense of humour that would make a bikie gang blush and an asylum worker quiver, but she is exclusively a good, kind and caring person. If there was a good vs. evil battle, she could take her rightful place as the leader of the good team.
She is an amazing parent. Something that you may learn throughout reading this blog is that I have two kids and their mum and I are still friends. I have found the only other person in the world (other than Leine, my boys’ mum) that I can trust to care for and protect my children in the way that only a parent can. Georgie has taken on an often challenging role with the dignity, grace and tenacity with which she tackles everything else in her life.
For a long time I have secretly (or not-so-secretly depending on how well you know me) thought that I am the funniest person that I have ever known. Why? Because the jokes that I make, are the jokes that I find the funniest. I have long said that my jokes are for me. If other people find them funny, great! But since meeting Georgie, I have had to concede defeat. She is hands-down the funniest person I have ever known. Nobody gets my humour as much as her, and I never laugh harder than when I am with her. You know that deep belly laugh, where you throw your head back and release the laughter of the demon that you never knew was inside? That’s how I’m always laughing when I am with her.
Her smile melts me and I get lost in her eyes. Her charm catches me and I am entranced. Her light shines so brightly that it can be hard to see anything else. She makes me happy. She makes me better. She makes me whole.
Georgie, I love you so much, with all of me. I forget, sometimes that we are two different people, because we move as one. 4 years is not enough for me, but I am sure that I will be saying the same thing for the next 70 or so years.
I love you!