Today is the second of the anniversaries that I celebrate with my Life. (Not our second anniversary, just the second one that we celebrate, got it?) It is also the one most often recognized, since it was on this day that we exchanged official vows on a beach in Hawaii. Which was, in a sense, our third time to get married; but who's counting?
The point is that this woman, my wife, my Life, loves me, married me, and today is our anniversary.
So everybody stop reading, because this next bit is confidential for the mother of my children:
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend / Lucky to have been where I have been / Lucky to be coming home again / Ooh Ooh Ooh
I may not always love you / But long as there are stars above you / You never need to doubt it / I"ll make you so sure about it
Okay, the rest of you can start reading again. And I will wrap up by expressing my profound hopes that the rest of you saps and suckers are 1/32 as lucky as I am and find a perfect woman dumb enough to love you as completely, thoroughly, and well-ly as my lady loves me.
Also, thank you Jason Mraz and Brian Wilson for helping express the proper sentiments.