10 Years

On this day in 2001, I married this spectacular woman! I could get overly cheesy and sappy about this, and it wouldn't be hard, believe me. I could state the standard fair that she's my best friend, that every day I love her more, that she's taught me so much, that I would do it all over again without a nanosecond of hesitation, but what is I want to say is how much she inspires me.

And I do not use that word, "inspire," lightly. I mean it in the common sense that she inspires me to better myself, to be a better person, and all that, but I also mean it in the poetic sense, which, for readers of my blog, will realize just how much value on I place on that conception. But what do I mean in this case? It's quite simple really.

Every writer, every artist needs inspiration of some sort, some fragment of internalness that exists outside of pure skill. Inspiration allows the skills to cross the divide and connect with others. In some sense, whether overtly or not, every poem I have written after meeting her has seen her been the inspiration. I may write with her explicitly, but many covert ways exist too, but I won't delve into them here. One: a magician never reveals the mechanics. Two: It's something for us to share.

Happy Anniversary, My Love!