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Best Combination, 10 Times Over


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Tin. Tin is the traditional gift for one’s 10th anniversary. The modern gift, by-the-way, is diamonds but no diamonds will be proffered to The Cinnamon Girl today.

Frankly, no tin will be, either. We have decided to treat ourselves to a lovely vacation in lieu of exchanging presents this year and it is killing me (but her birthday is in just over a month and I’ll make up for it, then!).

For reasons known only to her (and, I suspect, to God), The Cinnamon Girl married me and I married her 10 years ago today. And, while I could do some clever math adding up to 10 concerning the past decade –

Oh, hell, I have to do it now that I’ve thought of it!

1 purchased home +

3 graduations from high school +

2 new cats +

2 parents passing +

1 major job change +

1 perfect wife = 10!

Um, as I was saying, I could do some clever math, but I will resist the impulse. Instead I want to write about tin.

There is nothing particularly special about this metal. It is soft. My brave wife is the strongest woman I know. It is malleable. My incredible wife is the most confident and convicted a person as I know. It is not particularly shiny or attractive. My beautiful wife is absolutely dazzling.

What it has going for it is that it combines with other metals incredibly well and it makes them new, different, better. It changes and revitalizes them. That is what tin does.

Without question, that is what The Cinnamon Girl did for me when I met her over a decade ago. She did it when she and I married on a June 9 in 2007. She made me new, different and better.

With sincere apologies to all of my wonderful friends who are not her, The Cinnamon Girl is the person with whom I want to spend my time, free and otherwise. She is the first thing I think about in the mornings, the last thing I pray about when I fall to sleep. She is the best friend I have ever had and she is the wisest person I know.

She is my wife and the combination is all but perfect.

Happy Anniversary, Cinnamon Girl. I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I will tomorrow.

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I Will Be Her Valentine If She’ll Continue to Have Me…


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This Valentines Day, I count myself lucky that The Cinnamon Girl hasn’t come to her senses, that she still wants me as her Valentine and that she still loves me as she has for these many years.

I have the best Valentine in the world.

I am reminded of this quote from Much Ado About Nothing: “They say the lady is fair: ’tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous: ’tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me:by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly.”

She is fair, wise and virtuous, and what I have lucked into is very special.

It’s special to be married to your best friend.

It’s special to feel romance hasn’t faded in the years you’ve been together.

It’s special to know that the person you most want to spend time with also wants to most spend time with you.

It’s special to know that someone knows you better than you know yourself.

It’s special to be in love like this.

My Valentine is The Cinnamon Girl. She’ll be my Valentine for as long as she’ll have me.

She is strong. Intelligent. Insightful. Loving. Sexy.

She is everything I have ever wanted in a partner and she is so much more than I deserve.

Happy Valentines Day, my Cinnamon Girl.

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I Carry This Feeling… Nine Years


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And you were right, when I walked into your house,

I knew I’d never want to leave.

The Cinnamon Girl and I have been married nine years today and I love her more now than I ever have.

We met later in our lives, The Cinnamon Girl and I, later in our lives after we’d lived a little, after we’d had children, after we’d been through ups and downs. We met when we were adults. We met when we were certain of who we were apart from other.

We met at the perfect time.

The single, best decision I’ve ever made in my entire life was marrying The Cinnamon Girl. Simplest. Easiest. Best.

Early in our engagement The Cinnamon Girl and I made another decision. This decision is easily the second best decision I’ve ever made in my life.

I don’t know which of us posed the idea first but I would guess it was The Cinnamon Girl because she is both more insightful and more wise than I. We made the decision to treat each other with kindness, always. We decided that kindness would be our default when talking to each other and about each other. We determined that we wanted to treat each other as well or better than we treated anyone else.

When you’re blessed enough to be married to someone like The Cinnamon Girl, being kind is very easy.

We’ve lived through nine years together, nine years of raising kids and watching them grow, nine years of career ups and career downs, nine years of weaving our closeness ever closer.

Nine years of kindness and charity and love.

I am a better man now than I was before. I am a stronger man. I am a kinder man. That’s what the love of this woman has done for me.

These nine years have been all but perfect. I know the next nine will be even more wonderful.

Happy Anniversary, Cinnamon Girl.

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When I Knew/How I Continue To Know … A Brief Valentine’s Day Reflection

I don’t know how you know. I do know how I knew.

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I only want to spend time with her …

Her interests interest you as much as my own … 

She’s the first thought when I wake up …

She’s the last thought when I go to sleep …

Every pain is lessened, every joy intensified …

Every moment is better.

This is how I knew.

I’ve said it before, I think it daily and I know I will say it again: “I want to live with a Cinnamon Girl. I can be happy the rest of my life with a Cinnamon Girl.

Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.

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Happy Birthday, Cinnamon Girl

My favorite woman in the world has her birthday today. There is something to be said in polite society for not highlight such events and I understand that but I have a problem in that regard.

I always want to celebrate my wife and I look for any and every excuse to do so.

She is wise.

She is beautiful.

She is talented.

She is a consummate chef,

a devoted daughter,

a considerate and amazing mother,

a stunning author,

a supportive and loving wife.

She is brilliant.

She is irreverent.   

She is funny.

She is the most fully realized woman I know.

The Cinnamon Girl is my best friend.

You see us together...

Baby, every year that passes, every birthday of yours – is another year we’ve been together. That is a tremendous blessing to me.

You are a tremendous blessing to me.

 I keep on thinking about you, Sister Golden Hair surprise and I just can’t live without you. Can’t you see it in my eyes?

I’ve said before that I want to live with a Cinnamon Girl and I am lucky enough to get to do so, lucky enough to wake up next to you every day.

Happy birthday, baby.

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And There Came a Valentine’s Day… My Favorite Love Story

LoveI think about my favorite love story all the time and I never know what is going to bring it to mind.  Sometimes the trigger is a song – cliché, I know, but true. Sometimes it’s a meal . Sometimes it’s a the hint of a memory.  I found myself thinking about a chapter of my favorite love story early this week on a trip to Target.

I will relieve any potential suspense right now: my favorite love story is the one I live with The Cinnamon Girl. I have mixed feelings about talk of one marrying one’s best friend. I have heard about the perils of dating in the workplace let alone marrying someone with whom one works. I know people say familiarity breeds contempt.

When it comes to The Cinnamon Girl and me some of those notions begin to break down.

She is my best friend. We work together very closely, team teaching an American Studies class to high schoolers (she’s a little bit history and I’m a little bit American Literature). She is so familiar to me I know what she’s thinking before she says it. She knows what I am thinking before I’ve thought about thinking it!

Call it “chapter two” or “act two” for us. This is a second marriage, one that brought “hers” and “mine” in terms of kids to the household. This is a second marriage of two people well into their adult lives. This is a second marriage of individuals who knew what they wanted from marriage and were old enough to understand it in a way neither had before.

The Cinnamon Girl  and I wanted the same things at this phase of our lives: a loving home for our children. Stability for our lives.

Predictability. partnership. Passion.

I certainly got all of that with her and I am utterly in love with her and utterly biased about all that she is for me, how she parents our children and the way I am the best man I can be when I am with her.

Every little thing she does is magic.

Which brings me to Target and this specific chapter in my favorite love story… Many decry Valentine’s Day, which is perfectly fine. I use the holiday as an excuse to buy The Cinnamon Girl gifts. I love buying this woman presents. Having received a number of things I ordered online for her, I realized that I wanted to get her something more special and more personal (turns out that was going to be Crushed Berries  nail polish which she was having trouble finding). All through the early part of the week, I waited for a chance to run to Walgreens or Target to get it for her, but I never could.

Why?

Because The Cinnamon Girl and I are so rarely apart – we want to spend so much time (like ALL our time) in each others’ company that I wasn’t able to get away on my own very readily… (I did make it happen before V-Day, but it was tough).

That’s my story. And I’m sticking with her.

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