I DID NOT Marry The Girl Of My Dreams
So, my idea that my wife would have the body of her 22 year old self for our entire marriage was just about the stupidest thing I’ve ever wished for. But guess what, she’s still a 10. Seriously, I’m not being pandering. When I look at her, she still turns me on like a lightswitch. And it has to do with so much more than just the curves on her body. It’s the total package. I look at her and I see familiarity, comfort, safety, love, passion, and everything else. And seeing that all in one person is the sexiest thing I could imagine.
Then we get into the idiocy that was my ideal woman’s personality. Her being my sidekick for my crazy adventures and being up for anything. Well, she isn’t. And thank God for that. We’d be homeless and broke if she let me do whatever I wanted. Instead, she’s the voice of reason. She’s my port in the storm. She’s the foot to my ass when I’m being a dummy. And while sometimes, in the moment, I wish she’d just nod her head and agree with me. In retrospect, I’m pretty thrilled that she’s been there to disagree with me when I needed it.
But back to the birth of my daughter, and the overwhelming feeling of gratitude I felt while looking at my wife, tears running down her face, crying and laughing and making some weird noise that was a combination of the two, while she looked at the eyes of our daughter. I realized right then and there that this was what my dreams should have been about. This one perfect moment encapsulated my wife better than any fantasy pin-up poster I’d concocted in my head.
When I was dreaming about my ideal wife, I never considered her staying up late into the night with our child because they were sick. Her cleaning up puke and never uttering a word of disgust. I couldn’t even fathom that my future wife would be more of a comforter for me than a sex goddess. There are times when life is overwhelming, and I feel like I’m falling apart. And the one person I run to every time, the person I can be vulnerable with is my wife. And those are the memories that stick with me.
I’m not too concerned with the fact that twenty-something me was an idiot. I’m still an idiot to this day. It’s just my idiocy has matured and I’m an idiot about much more adult things now. But I do wish I could have gone back in time and told twenty-something me to not be so hung up on the crap that doesn’t matter. Because, regardless of what I had planned, I ended up marrying the girl that makes me happier than anything in this world. And she is ABSOLUTELY not the girl of my dreams. And thank God for that!
