Pardon me sir, is that a doodie on your upper lip?
The woman in this picture is my wife, I have had two before her, but she is the one. Today is her birthday, so we will not mention the other two again. In its strictest measure this picture is still a perfect part of my Weightloss 365 project.
This has been and always will be one of my favorite photos of us. We had known each other for about 2 months and it was shortly after this when I knew I was in love with her, and four months later I would very nearly lose her except I was crafty enough to get her over to my house one last time and touch her face. It made her cry and we decided we were not over.
About ten months after this picture, I ask her to marry me. Ten months and a week after this picture, we found out we would be welcoming a gummy into the house. And it was thirteen months and three days later that I would marry her.
This picture captures us as we want to be, full of mirth, activity and fun. Sure we have a baby – but we have weathered the first year and now she can be baby sat. This captured the fun we had at Insurgo Theater which has unfortunately folded with most of the troupe going into the wind or players at Cockroach Theater.
We read about a group of folks who took pictures of themselves at various places with mustaches on sticks, we still have the mustaches. Perhaps we should pull them out again soon.
Amanda has seen me on my way down in weight, meeting me when I was about 310 pounds all the way down to the runner at 245 pounds and now unfortunately, at my worst, back up to 355 pounds. That is twenty-five pounds from where I started this nastiness seven months before this picture was taken.
I am looking at her now, on her thirty-fourth twenty-ninth birthday by the glow of computer light, with our baby between us as we post blogs. Together separately, she smiles at me from time to time and mouths “I love you” and my heart skips a beat – she is my best friend, my wife, my lover, mother of my children both biological and by marriage. She has her own goals and dreams and aspirations but has always been and still is my biggest cheerleader. I do not even have the words to convey how much she inspires in me the desire to be damn near perfect, because she has never asked me to be.
I love her more today than I did two months after this picture was taken, I will love her more even tomorrow. And even more later. My biggest goal for this year, if I can give back to her anything is on December fourth of this year, is to be lighter than the man in this picture, with the spark back in my eye and pulling her along on some stupid adventure, with the mustaches,
Happy birthday my love.