. . . and then there was pickle.

On the heels of our mutual attacks - The Wife and I must face the most difficult of subjects: Why the hell am I married to you, again?

The annual affair, now in its third year, tends to bring up all those questions regarding why it is that we’re married, what you expected it to be, what it really is, and are you happy in it?

So far I give us a B+.

My biggest fear about getting married was that she’d stop having sex (especially with me). That didn’t happen. So everything else can be tolerated.

All comedic tendencies aside, we have a fantastic marriage. We are a relaxed comfortable team that communicates our needs, fears, and goals while working to better our lives and spirits together.

The biggest thing - is that we have fun together. I am so happy to be sharing my life experience with her, and feel lucky to be allowed to be on her journey as well.



I think the most gratifying part of marriage, which I never could have understood before taking the leap - is that I am never alone. I will never have to face my fears, traumas, and failures alone again.

The Wife is at my side, and I at hers – for better or worse.

There is a peace and strength that comes from giving yourself to someone in marriage that can come in no other way, and the key to its success is trust, acceptance, and the overwhelming desire to make the other person happy.

I have spent the majority of my life living as selfishly as one could imagine, and the main reason I married my wife was because she was the first person I ever met that brought me joy through her happiness - without any anticipated or expected reciprocation.

I love making my wife happy. There are times when I don’t. Mainly when I see a single act in opposition to her greater good and well being, but I try.

I have been lucky enough to have felt and fallen in love more times than I should have. Perhaps it is something in my nature, but there is nothing like the passion and awe of love coupled with an honest and healthy relationship.

I owe that to my wife, without whom I never would have known how to love in peace - and live with, for, and through another person.

This is our first anniversary as parents, and after everything that has happened in the last year to bring The Pickle into our lives - I have come to a new understanding and depth to the love and life that we share.

I cannot imagine going through what we have with anyone else, and I see our beautiful little family as the most perfect balance and collection of souls that have ever been brought together in this world.



It brings tears to my eyes to think of growing old with you and watching our world and work become the life that you deserve.

I love you so much knowing that we are whole, and that we have a lifetime of mistakes and dreams to live together.

I love you.

Happy Anniversary.