One Year

A year ago today I said, “I do,” to a man who is:

exceptionally rational

a ginger

disgustingly intelligent (seriously, interwebs…it’s mind-boggling)

taller than me (hooray!)

weighs less than me (boo!)


sunburns easily (you wonder why he wore long sleeves at our wedding?)

able to drive me batty with a single phrase (usually, “I don’t think that’s true.”)

extremely educated (not to be confused with intelligent, which has already been covered)

a Southern boy

probably snoring as I type this

exceedingly patient


A year ago today, I married a man, who you, the interwebs, knows as The Boy.  He loves me without bounds, and, as A.A. Milnes best said (and I paraphrase here, sort of) if he lives to 100 years, I only want to live to 100 years minus 1 day, so I never have to live a day without him.

About maggyruth

Mid-thirties, Mid-Atlantic transplant. Fiber-artist, hidden poet, health educator, student. Still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I swear sometimes. Especially when I'm mad. Deal with it. View all posts by maggyruth

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