[spoken in the voices of bean & buddy who speak in the voice of band camp girl in american pie]

TO G:
remember… our wedding?
remember… tribeca?remember… my mom and dad walking me down the aisle to you?remember… granddad serenading us from above?
remember… token wedding druncle?remember… the sg?
remember… the caves?remember… seven years ago?

if you answered yes to any of these questions — good. because i hardly remember, and by the time we’ve hit anniversary #15, i have a feeling that you’ll have to remind me again and again who the hell you are. but for now, i remember who you are. and how much i love you. even when you drive me fucking crazy. and i know i drive you fucking crazy. you and our family are everything to me. true, sometimes i want to run away. but then i remember that night, and remember how i felt: exhausted. but happy.

lest i express it any differently with my actions, i still feel that way today. so nothing has really changed. okay, maybe we’re more boring. (but we know that’s not really the case. because you know that i’m all kinds of crazy, thank you very much. deep down i think you love it… no?)

thank you for taking care of me. and taking care of our family. for never being the good cop to my bad cop, like i thought you might be. you proved me wrong there. thank you for making me be good cop sometimes. i know you do. and i don’t even have to ask.

thank you for being so great that my friends love you (at least they tell me they do. but if they’re lying, that’s okay because sometimes i think your friends love me too). thank you for being such a great person that my family loves you too, and for missing my mom almost as much as i do. thank you for introducing me to the wonderful people who make up your family. thank you for never putting on any kind of act for anyone. and thank you for not being the kind of person that i would have to ask that of anyway.

thank you for all those nights (pre-kids and maybe even a few (?) times after) you let me get so drunk and never got embarrassed — even when I was biting everyone with love. thank you for allowing me my bottle-rocket nights, and having fun right along with me, just half an hour into the party. and thank you for sleeping in the hall on the floor with me. rock on. you took my contacts out for me and we never looked back. that’s freakin’ true wub.

thank you for coming home every day of the work week, asking me if i want some wine, and pointing me upstairs for the rest of the night. thank you for understanding that i need a break. and thank you for never making me feel bad about it.

thank you for being funny in that nerdy kind of way that i love, and nerdy in that funny kind of way that i love. thank you for being clark kent and superman at the same time. because you know i like me some clark kent and superman split-personality. thank you for loving football and baseball almost as much as you love hugh grant movies. you’re so totally corny. thank you for being hot like that, and also giving me ammunition with which to make fun of you.

when i look in the mirror and ask you, “do you ever look at me and say, ‘wow, she’s so asian!,’” thank you for looking totally dumbfounded that i would even ask such a supremely idiotic question and then for taking me quite seriously, going on to explain why, no, you just look at me and see me. because honestly, you had me at dumbfounded look.

thank you for waking me up every morning to say good-bye, even though i know you hate doing this. but i have issues, so thank you. thank you for living with my insanity, and moreover, going about our lives, pretending like i’m quite sane. thank you for being my cuckoo-enabler. as crazy as i am, don’t think i don’t notice this.

thank you for being foolish enough to marry me seven years ago. because we all know that you are a silly man and a little bit of a fool. but that’s okay. you’re quite a catch so i’m taking full advantage of this foolishness, even if i kind of think you are quite stupid for it. but sometimes your feet do smell and i don’t care if you don’t think they do; you might be superman but my nose is super-sonic straight-up and i can smell that shit clear through new jersey. seriously.

regardless, i wub.
happy 02.20.