“Oh, if somewhere there were a being strong and handsome, a valiant heart, passionate and sensitive at once, a poet’s spirit in an angel’s form, a lyre with strings of steel, sounding sweet-sad epithalamiums to the heavens, then why should she not find that being?” ~ Gustave Flaubert

As I left my teens, my greatest wish was to find a partner that was smart, handsome, loved to read, confident, a traveller and enjoyed cooking (amongst other things).
Now now don’t judge me as being a traditionalist. I wasn’t always raised with the belief that it was I that should be everything I wanted or that I did not need anyone else to complete me.

As my choices dwindled, so did my list of demands. At long last.. I thought “ at the very least, let him be able to lift me!!” (You know, in case of a fire).

And then one day, the skies parted and the angels sung and in walks Scott John. Perhaps fairer to say, the smoke in Cook County Saloon lifted and the band strung a tune .. but this is my story.

He was not all the things I wished for and more than I could ever have dreamed of.

We met, we married and for the longest time we stayed the same.

Until a curious thing happened, we began to grow. Sometimes together, sometimes all by ourselves.

And the list that seemed so important became a tattered paper of youthful fantasies and silly dreams. Outgrown and cast away.

I know now that I should have been seeking someone that was ying to my yang, peanut butter to my jelly, the fortune to my cookie (ok well you know where I’m going with this). A partner that would compliment what I already was… not to complete but to add joy and richness to an already wonderful existence.

Accidentally on purpose.

I met you Scott John.

For all that you are, for all that you have given me, for every day of feeling loved and cherished… I marvel at you.

Happy 24th anniversary, my love.