Two years ago, Brian took me out on a date. And so today is our anniversary. (It is also Katie’s birthday–and thanks to this anniversary shenanigans, I finally remember that.)
In honor of our anniversary, I’ve composed a thank you letter/list to Brian. For always being there. For always being the best. For putting up with me. For being my best friend. For being the ONLY person in the whole world that I can spend as much time with as I do without wanting to kill each other. At all. Ever. Okay…maybe just like once. But definitely not usually.
To Brian on our second anniversary of being us,
It feels like I’ve known you forever, and yet the time has flown faster than I could possibly imagine. I have so many things in my life to be thankful for, and you are most definitely one of them. But I also have a lot of things to thank YOU for…and so I compiled this very poetic list.Thank you for always knowing exactly where I am… Even when I have no fucking clue And for directing me out of being lost Especially at the train station in the city which is flipping huge. Thank you for not being mad… That one time I parked your car in the city and forgot that city parking requires payment. And that other time I accidentally got drunk and needed a ride from Naperville… And that other time I accidentally dyed your bathroom rug red… And that other time I took you to a party in the city and apologized a whole lot for being drunk. And losing my wallet. And falling off a booth. That I was sitting on. And all of those times I forgot to turn the stove off. Thank you for suggesting that we go to Disney World, Even though it’s probably the last place on Earth you wanted to go… And even if you don’t actually remember being the one to suggest it. Thank you for force feeding me Doctor Who… Until I decided that it was amazing And became obsessed and all of a sudden loved the Doctor way more than you do. Thank you for not thinking I’m CRAZY When I cry for no reason And when I tell you about how I’m going to be famous one day And when I refuse to walk to my car to get my glasses but will drive all the way to the Wisconsin for cheese And for everything else that I do that makes me just a little bit different from other girls. On that note, thank you for thinking my quirks are adorable instead of annoying Thank you for laughing at my really stupid jokes… And actually thank you for cracking your own stupid jokes So that I always have something to laugh at. Thank you for allowing me the creative license to remember things slightly different… Especially when I write blog posts… Most importantly, thank you for being you. You know exactly how to make me smile. I have so many wonderful things to say about you, But I know that you hate the spotlight. I think the world knows how much you mean to me, And if they don’t… They can all bugger off. Because you’re the cheese to my mac. The cheese to my puffs. The cheese to my sandwich. And the chocolate to my cheese.