On the way home from yesterday’s wedding, you rolled the windows down in the car. I blasted the radio per usual (you always say it’s a “Mandy song” if it has some synth action and hails from the 80’s), and I waved my arms in the air and danced like crazy all the way home. It’s my typical post-wedding routine, and I guess I do it because (as you well know), it’s always so hard to peel myself away from photographing the dance floor when it’s time for us to go. You know I can’t help but fall in love with our job a little more every time I see guests having the time of their lives shakin’ their behinds at the reception.
When we got home and started to get ready for bed, I asked you if you could do it all again–if you could choose this life, this career, and me, again–would you? And you said, “Of course I would,” and smiled. Just like that.
I don’t know why you would choose me again if you could–your ever-singing-and-crazy-dancing wife with equally crazy ideas. But I certainly would always choose you.
It was 105 degrees at the wedding yesterday, and per your usual you shlepped our gear bag around all day, in a dress shirt and tie no-less. You met my every request throughout the day, as you always do, and then when I wasn’t looking you brought me a glass of water. And to top it off, you allowed me to blast the radio and dance like a fool all the way home.
I don’t know how else to say it, but thank you for choosing me. You are my favorite, and the most precious gift to me. I love you forever.