It's nearly midnight. I'm in a hotel room in Austin, TX. I'm not alone. There's a beautiful woman lying next to me. She's snoring.
They're not ugly snores, far from it...more like a song I never want to end. These soft snores make me feel both protected and the protector. They make me feel loved, and they make me happy.
18 years ago today, these gentle snores became legally half mine. I couldn't be happier. Mine also became half hers, but I suspect she's not as thrilled at this exchange as I. Mine are more the ugly type.
I know at some point she'll read this, and more than likely won't be exactly ecstatic I told the world (more like the 3 or 4 people who actually read this) that she snores. I can live with that. What I couldn't live with, is not hearing them anymore. They're half mine, and I want to hear them for the rest of my days.
Thank you, for you, my love. There's much more to love than just your quiet symphony of snoozing, and I do.
18 years. Really? Already?
I LOVE YOU.