I met you when I was just 13, a shiny new freshman who’d happened to have the foresight to take French I in 8th grade. Which meant that I was in French II in 9th grade and, to my delight, in a mixed grades class. The first time I saw you, I instantly thought you were cute. I would purposely try to sit behind you or in your vicinity when I could. I have no idea how I even got you to talk to me. You were a hot junior and I was just little ‘ole me.
Fast forward 18 years. So very happily married with a wonderful life together. And then completely out of nowhere: breast cancer. You never skipped a beat. You have been so strong for me. You have kept me sane. You have let me cry, piss, and moan daily about this “thing” that has wreaked havoc on my body and mind. You’ve just been here for me; comforting me and loving me and listening to me. I have no idea how you knew what was best for me, that these were exactly all of the things I have needed. Even though I have cried and complained every day, you have made me laugh, smile, and feel loved every day.
You are so caring, loving, warm, handsome, smart, funny, and talented. You don’t give yourself enough credit for all of your gifts. I have the honor of knowing the real you and that’s a privilege that only a few people have. I will always cherish that. I am so proud of you and the person that you are.
I love you.
These words don’t even come close to doing my feelings justice. Thank you so much for all that you have added to my life. Even with the curve ball I was thrown this year, I am still the luckiest girl in the world. Happy 2nd Anniversary, Cliff. Here’s to 60 more.