Love Confessional

I have had my wife fooled.
For 13 years hidden the truth.
I've pulled the wool over her eyes and danced a jig in the dark.
It has been mine alone, burden and curse,
but now,
today,
revealed.

That I am...
obsessively
literally
figuratively
physically
emotionally
psychotically
hypnotically
symmetrically
stratospherically

In love with her.

It isn't healthy really. For a lot of reasons.

Sure she knows that I love her. I tell her. We got married didn't we? We've got these kids... don't we? I bathe pretty much on a daily basis? And feed the dog. And. And. And.

But she doesn't really know. The way she handled a difficult situation recently brought tears to my eyes... I was so proud. She is my best friend. She has all of my heart.

Goldilocks and Rapunzel once got into a fight over her hair. It is silky and smells like honey.

She is a really good wrestler. One time she kicked me in the face - which hurt. But which I also deeply appreciated from a wrestling stand point.

She has a wonderful laugh. I can hear her laughing even when we're not together. It comes easily and it suits her. She also has very nice teeth so when she is laughing I feel like Tom Sawyer must have felt so many years ago... staring at those gleaming white pickets... thinking about my wife's incisors.

I have never met anyone that looks they way she does after just waking up. Most people look like they were in a fight. I look drugged. She looks like a rainbow. She looks like a gazelle on the Serengeti.

Her feet are nearly perfect. They are shapely and small. Unfortunately they are usually cold, which I attribute to not wearing socks. I like to buy her shoes. These feet are about four sizes too small for her height and but only seem right. If William Shakespeare had needed a nonverbal way of communicating Romeo's love for Juliet he would have used my wife's feet... but, as it turns out, the words were enough.

And so there you have it. The veil has been lifted.

This of course is just a taste, a glimpse, a hint at the depths of my love. It is but a hollow attempt to express the mysterious. But for this mortal... with these few words... it will do.