Happy 2 year anniversary to me!

2 years already, wow.  Time flies!

In honor of our anniversary, I am posting this poem.  This is the poem that Sara’s friend Jackie found for us and then read for us at our wedding.  She was looking for readings to do and she sent us this one and she said, “Yeah, I know this won’t work, but I liked it so much I thought you should see it anyway…”  Well, Sara and I loved it as well and we used it, even though it wasn’t traditional wedding faire.

So, without further ado…

True Love by Judith Viorst

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about
the great issues of the day
Even when there’s no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an
affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he’s dead.
It’s true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the
next morning I couldn’t get out of bed,
He wouldn’t tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one
of us to save,
He says he’d save me.
It’s true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home
with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting
the chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was juvinile and
irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn’t let him buy went up
twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and
other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of
passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True Love.