First Anniversary: Keeping My Vows

Andrew Alan Arts, my Sir Prize.

Thank you for loving me. That’s what started this whole damn thing in the first place.

And thank you for loving my boys. My wedding vows to you include vows to the boys. We are a family. They are part of it, as important as you and I. Their needs and wishes will always be heard and respected, as will yours, and mine.

So get in line, Fat Boy.

I promise to put up with your big mouth, to listen to your hair-balled ideas, and to translate what you said into what you actually meant to say. I will encourage you to leave me regularly and I promise to be waiting when you get back from the mountains. I will walk all over you every day. I’ll be mom to your dad. I’ll play Tommy on for you whenever you get down. I’ll go down on you whenever you like. And I promise to love you, Andy Arts, for who you are, who you are becoming, and who you will be way down at the end of all the roads we’re going to travel down together.