Eat Your Heart Out Nick and Jessica

Today is our anniversary. (Ours, as in the married couple that I am half of. A.ka. Jake's wife). I was thinking last night in bed of what I was going to write here, and I was having a really hard time with it. I was thinking of writing a little ode to Jake, but then I thought that would sound stupid. I was even thinking of a "Jake" top ten list, or a "What I've Learned in My Marriage" top ten list, but those didn't seem right either. Then, I began to think about all of the gifts (and cards) that Jake has given me for various holidays.

Jake has this thing where he cannot buy a card for the corresponding occasion. It has to be a different one all together. Let me explain: One year for our anniversary he bought this card with a deer on it (probably at a gas station) and it said, "Happy Birthday Brother!" But he took black marker and crossed out "Birthday" and replaced it with "Anniversary" and crossed out the "other" and wrote in "i". So it then said, "Happy Anniversary Bri!" Very creative.

He also gets extra points for trying hard with the gifts. One year I got a plastic filing cabinet for my anniversary and a tambourine for my birthday. Both of which, Jake had a very good explanation for the purchase. Jake always complains, "You never even play it!"

Even though I complain about not getting diamonds and flowers and Carnival Cruise vacations, I secretly love getting gifts from him. It's because I know that whatever he gives me has a lot of thought (and probably stress) going into it. I mean, who else am I going to get King Size Snickers bars? I don't care what he ever gives me. I know I am the luckiest girl in the world to have him. In my short three years of marriage I have learned that life is not all candy and roses. And, for all of those moments that are hard (hernias and unemployment) there is nothing more I want besides one good tambourine and one best friend that makes me laugh on a daily basis.

Here is a nice little diddy that makes me think of Jakey. (I am sorry for the cheese factor. It's almost over ... actually, all of you can suck it).

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams--they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go?And how come its so hard?
It's not always easy as sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together

Love you.