I used song lyrics from our first dance in last year’s post but in all honesty every single day all I want to do is have him hold me in his arms.
It was three years ago today that I walked down the aisle and celebrated a union with the best man in the world for me. His loving family has always welcomed me with open arms (despite the fact that Canada stole him away) and I’ve been, and will continue to be, a proud part of the Bollwitt family.
John is the best person to have an adventure with, exploring the highways winding roads of our province while giving him complete control of the car’s stereo. To this day I cannot drive through Manning Park without wanting to hear either The International Noise Conspiracy or Hum.
He is also a great person to watch a Canucks game with, especially now that he no longer says, “make a goal” or “offsides“. He also converted me from a PC user to a Mac fan-girl, and from a blogspot blogger to a WordPress coder – and for that I am forever grateful.
John gets upset when I don’t take care of myself and stay on the computer all morning instead of taking a Zinc lozenge to sooth that oncoming cold. He watches movies like The Holiday with me and I’ll watch his war movies like Glory even though most of our movie collection overlapped when we moved in together (we now have several copies of High Fidelity).
He treats me as an equal – encouraging and challenging my growth, strength and knowledge each day (even though I beat him in Scrabble 8 times out of 10). He’s patient when I’m anxious, and a level touchstone when I’ve spun my events and meetings calendar out of control. He will also run into 7-Eleven and grab me water and Gravol when I’m car sick in the back of a vehicle – holding my hand as a vomit into a bag. Yes, that’s love, eh.
We don’t have to be together every waking minute, we still have our own lives and interests, however we’re certainly the one person each one of us wants to spend the most time with – from movies on the couch, to brisk wintery walks or laying for hours in the sun on the beach with a good baseball book.
What I’ve come to call Bollwitt Time shouldn’t be such a novelty. I tell him often but truly, he’s my favourite person – he’s just a great guy to be around, hang out with, and I can’t believe I’m the one lucky enough to spend the rest of my life with him (or at least the next 100 years, as our hairdresser told us yesterday).