Hell of a Guy

The Nancy and Her Gifts

10/27/2006

October 30th will be the sixth anniversary of our wedding day, The Nancy and I, that is.  She and I have been an “item” for over thirteen years.  I believe I first met her sometime in 1987 or 1988.  She attended the West Virginia Association of School Business Officials Conference in Charleston, West Virginia, and I was there with my sales rep manning a booth full of my company’s products.  It wasn’t until many years later we began a relationship.  That story offers some twists and turns and some ups and downs, but the bottom line is I fell head-over-heels in love with this woman.  I was at first drawn to her oh so beautiful eyes and over time came to realize the beauty in her ever so gentle demeanor.  Then it took me seven years to ask her to become “one” with me.
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Each year on the anniversary of our wedding I have written a letter to The Nancy expressing my deep feelings for her.  This year I get to do it openly for the world to see.  I want the world to know exactly how I feel about this magnificent woman.  My wish for everyone is that someday they will find their “Nancy” and be as happy as I am.

This woman doesn’t seem to understand the overall beauty I find in her and in all she does, and does not understand how I can have such deep feelings for her.  She is always telling me how little she does for me and how much I do for her.  The fact of the matter is simply this: She does and has done more for me than I can possibly ever give back to her.  She need only be by my side and my heart skips a beat.  My (very soon to be known) secret is that I can hardly take my eyes off her when she is near.  There are times I look at her and have difficulty containing the emotion that I feel, and it is quickly evidenced by the moisture that accumulates in my eyes.  She often sees it and merely says to me, “I love you, too.”  I miss her when she leaves the room.  Though it may not seem this way, I cannot fully put into words the reasons I feel about her the way I do, I just except it as the truth.

Over the years, since The Nancy and I first began our relationship, I may hear a song or glance something that brings her into the forefront of my mind and I can sense the emotion coming on.  Now I can’t say I have ever been so emotional as to break down, but I can surely say I tear up whenever I hear songs with lyrics such as these:

How do you keep the music playing?
How do you make it last?
How do you keep the song from fading too fast?
How do you lose yourself to someone?
And never lose your ways
How do you not run out of new things to say?
And since we’re always changing
How can it be the same?
And tell me how year after year
You’re sure your heart will fall apart
Each time you hear her name
I know the way I feel for you
It’s now or never
The more I love the more that I’m afraid
That in your eyes I may not see forever..
Forever…

If we can be the best of lovers
Yet be the best of friends
If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows
With any luck, then I suppose
The music never ends

I know the way I feel for you
It’s now or never!
(How do you keep the music playing?)
The more I love the more that I’m afraid
(How do you make it last)
That in your eyes I may not see forever
Forever…
(How do you keep the song from fading, keep the song from fading too fast)
If we can be the best of lovers
Yet be the best of friends
If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows
With any luck, then I suppose
The music never ends  

I am so very happy and very lucky to have found someone with whom I can share everything.  There isn’t anything I would rather do than spend time with The Nancy.  She and I have talked about this a lot, so when she reads this I know she won’t be surprised.  Perhaps it isn’t good for me to be so one dimensional, but it is surely a fact.  I am in love with this woman.

Thanks, Nancy, for being my wife. 

And that is all I have to say about that… 

 
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