Valentine's day is upon us...
My wife and I don't really make a big deal out of it. First, it's a fake holiday created by Hallmark, but mainly since Hannukah/Christmas is in December and we have our anniversary, my birthday, and her birthday all within 3 to 4 weeks after each other; it gets a little much.
However, that does not mean that I don't take the opportunity to state my love for this amazing holiday.
I love my wife.
Those four words are as simplistic as it gets. Nothing over a syllable and takes all of a second to say. In a Literary sense, they don't represent some grand ideal or weight. The books that have that sentence the most are considered pulpy romance at best.
Yet, they are the center of my entire existence.
They are my lodestone.
My true North.
The simple fact that when those four words leave my mouth that they cease to be a declarative substance thrills me still.
They are my foundation.
I can not have a single thought without it going through this filter...I Love My Wife. Those words breath, they are alive. They have weight.
They are my machine.
They are my soul.
They are the algebra of my brain. I LOVE MY WIFE! A sweet snack with no calories or guilt.
Why do I love her so?
Because she loves me so completely and more importantly makes me feel worthy of her love.
As much as I can say about her and my love for her, she loves me more.
I've never been happier.