Everything you need to know about my general level of emotionality can be summed up in the e-mail I sent to Kathie, then my “friend” (as she insisted) and now my wife, on February 14, 2003.
“Will you celebrate Arizona statehood day with me?” And so she did.
More than anything else, her ability to tolerate the curmudgeonly oddness that is me is what has allowed us to make it to today, our fifth wedding anniversary. That it comes two days before my fifth anniversary in real estate can tell you much about our time together and her extreme level of patience.
There remains a question over whether I actually proposed … or so I claim. She had this thing about only calling herself my friend and was still saying that when my appendix was removed in April 2003. My version is I woke up to discover I was engaged; reality is we found a house that same weekend when I foolishly drove myself to her house less than 72 hours after the surgery. Oh, and that I proposed about three different times.
As much as I’d like to blame the anesthesia I think I knew I was doing. I’m not sure she had the slightest idea what she was getting herself into, but here we still are.
There are almost certainly more romantic methods of saying all this and if my heart was not three sizes too small I’d almost certainly come up with some. Instead, I simply will tell her that I love her and call it a day.