Twenty seven years ago today, my life changed, because you gave me your name. You gave me an identity, that for the first time in my life, I was proud of. Twenty seven years ago today, I became your wife.
From the moment you walked into my life and refused to accept no for an answer, I knew my life was taking a turn around a curve I hadn't seen coming. In retrospect, it's a good thing I didn't see it coming. The woman I was then, would have run, far and fast and never slowed down to look back at what she was missing.
I think back and remember how strong you were even then. You knew exactly what you wanted and you weren't afraid to go after it. It is my good fortune, that what you wanted was me, quirks and all. I remember that you were never afraid to take on the important discussions: divorce was not an option, living in a passionless relationship was not an option, disrespecting you was not an option. You were very clear about those things right from the beginning, even when I railed against hearing them, you did not relent.
You never used the words dominance, submission, or obedience, yet that is exactly what your actions evoked. Those are the words that embody and define our relationship. I would also include the words, love, passion, respect and teamwork. WE are an awesome team, that fact, always makes me smile.
I'm so grateful that you believed in our love, even when I initially doubted. I'm so grateful you never waivered when I behaved in less than stellar ways. Right from the beginning, you set about to teach me how to be the best woman I could be. The woman you understood was trapped within me. Time, love and your unrelenting guidance have freed her.
That has resulted in the beautiful life we have built together over the years. It was a life I so desperately desired, yet thought I was too damaged to ever achieve. We've met every challenge head on and conquered it, TOGETHER.
Our life together has not necessarily been an easy one. We've experienced more than our fair share of sorrow: deaths, illnesses, job losses, kid issues, extended family issues. And yet, I would say, our life together has been the most joyful thing I've ever experienced, because I've always had you at my side to face these challenges.
Together, we've met every challenge head on, always remembering the most important thing. Turn towards one another, not away. Together we are so much stronger, together we can face anything, and many times do it with a smile on our face.
We were so young, standing in front of that JP, with just a handful of friends to witness, yet, taking every single word of those vows to heart. An ignominious beginning to be sure. So happily moving into our first small apartment with barely enough hand me down furniture to adequately furnish it.
We've worked hard to build our life together. We own a lovely home, that was perfect for raising our children. We have the requisite picket fence and the dog to accompany those children. We will soon add a grandchild to the mix. I can't wait to see you holding your first grandchild, she's going to love you as much as I do, I just know it.
Over the intervening years you have cared for me, provided for me, supported every hair brained notion I could dream up and always, you have loved me. You are my lover, you are my best friend, you are the Dom to my sub and I wouldn't change a minute of our years together.
My fondest hope is that we have 27 more years together, and then another 27 and another 27. My most fervent prayer is that when the end comes, I die the day before you do because I don't want to live a day without you.
I love you my beloved Musicman, with every breath I take and nothing will ever change that.
Your little faerie.