It was three years ago that the wifester went from being my girlfriend, my best friend, my partner, and my soul mate to also being my wifester. I've never been more sure of any decision I've ever made in my life. Meeting the wifester was like coming home. Suddenly, everything fell into place and all was right with the world. That's how I knew she was my one. It wasn't hard, it wasn't awkward. It wasn't strange. It was just natural... talking with her, laughing with her, learning with her... and instead of slowly getting less and less interesting, it just became more and more exciting. I kept waiting for the new to wear off. I kept waiting for her to shift from that infatuation with me to the usual exasperation, but it never happened. I kept waiting for my attention to shift to something shiny and brand new, but it never did. She stayed and stays shiny and brand new in my eyes. I don't look for the other shoe to fall anymore. I am comfortable and happy with my relationship with my wifester. We're like two peas in a pod, and I like us that way. Oh sure, we fuss over the thermostat and who has to take the puppy potty this time, but when it comes right down to it, there's no one else I'd rather stand beside, and no one else I'd rather have by my side. I love you, my wifester! Going on forever!
And since we got hitched in Canada, we always sing Oh Canada on our anniversary :D Thank you Canada for recognizing our love as a valid, equal union that deserves to be commemorated.