"Two score and eight years ago"
Annie sent in a very heartfelt email addressed to your host, born two score and eight years ago. We've been married twenty-five years:
48!!! Damn! That means I'm right around the corner from you. When did we get so old? I know that for the most part that for the last 12 years at least you have been away on your birthday. It always seemed that you AT was right around your birthday. But it never ceases to amaze me that it always makes me a little sad that we can't be together on your birthday. And why do we always think that WE were the only ones born on that particular day? For some reason we feel that the world and life did not begin until the day that WE took our first breath. For us it did, but we always think that this day is the most special in all creation.
On this day, 48 years ago, a little boy was brought into this world not weighing more than a mite and no bigger than his father's hand. We wonder with our small little minds if it was meant to be that at that moment your destiny was sealed to become the husband of a little girl yet not born and the father of her two children. We look back on all the things that brought you to me and they are not necessarily extra-ordinary events. In fact, the first 20 or so years went unnoticed by me. It could have gone another way. You could have met someone else. But somehow, at some moment in time, you chose the road that led you here.
After counting up the days that we have been apart, not to mention the other days of our lives together when you traveled and taking into account that we are both getting older, it saddens me to think of how much time we have not been able to be together either by choice or 'duty'. When we got married we promised to love, honor, and cherish each other until death, and chose to be with each other for the rest of our lives. I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you.
I want to be in your presence, not typing these dumb emails. We've had a relatively strange relationship because of those time intervals and those distances we have spent apart. I have nothing for your birthday except my words, and those seem insufficient to be able to tell you what I am feeling right now. I miss my best friend. You are my other half. I've been with you (or part of your life) for 26 of those 48 birthdays, just a smidgeon over half of your life as we know it. The only gift that I can give you on this day that is only for you and the most special, is the gift of myself and my heart. Seems inadequate to make up for not being together right now and not being able to make this day special for you if you were home.
In the grand scheme of things, this is 'just another day'. But to me, it is the most significant day of my life. Not the day that I married you, and not the day that I was born. But the day that my best friend was born who found his way into my life and into my heart. I do so love you, my dear and miss you terribly right now. With each birthday you celebrate, I celebrate another year of life with you. The older we get, the more precious those days are and should never be taken for granted.
I love you with all of my heart and am ready to spend the rest of my life WITH you, not apart from you.
Love you,Annie
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