The Sassy Pear

This guy. This guy has put up with a lot over the years. Of course, so have I, but this guy deserves some kind of medal for loving me through all of my insecurities and fears. I’m sure there are times when we’ve both thought of jumping ship but fortunately (or maybe stubbornly) we’ve stuck it out for twenty years.

I sometimes think we couldn’t be more different than night and day. He’s Action Jackson – always on the go, always ready to dive into his hobbies, always piddling around outside or shooting hoops in the driveway.  I’m more Betsy Books. I can sit for hours on the couch with my  nose in a book and not notice a tornado swirling around me. He’s got a quiet, dry sense of humor while I’m always up for a hearty belly laugh while watching a Will Ferrell comedy. He says what he thinks without reservation; I keep things inside and close to heart. He wishes he were John Wayne riding a horse on a big open prairie; I wish I were Tina Fey writing a book in a penthouse apartment in Manhattan.

But somehow, we make it work. For reasons that defy logic, we are crazy about each other and always come back to that. We may differ on a lot of things, but we love each other still, and that is enough to keep our family going.

Happy Anniversary Honey. I love you.