Which we both forgot
Because we are #busy (everyone is, I deplore this word)
I just wanted you to know that I am committed. And this could mean a couple of different things. First and most probable it means I fell apart. It happened-there just wasn't enough energy, positivity, self help-books or even enough wine to get through. So, I gave up. I gave in. Please put me in a padded room for an infinite amount of time. I cannot lie-a room with just a bed and my own thoughts and no one else-for maybe just a bit? Well that sounds eerily scary and spectacular.
But that's not the case. Turns out, I am somewhat sane and there is plenty of wine. The committed meaning I am referring to is about being with the same man for over 17 years and sticking with it. (married 15 of those years-every minute counts!) Sticking with the good, the bad, and the ugly, the awful, the terrible.
Have you ever considered the dual meaning? Committed and (insert daunting music).....Committed.
Regardless, I want to write briefly about the former of the two, rather than the irony of the definition.
I am committed
I am committed
To our children
To our life
To our family
To our friends
To our work
To our health
To what is right
I am flawed, and by all appearances and historically speaking, you are not (you totally are, I just haven't found it yet-don't get a big head-I'm always watching! )
Seriously, though, I am committed to you. I love you. Happy Anniversary!
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