I’ve Got You Babe


Fifteen years ago tomorrow was greatest day in my life, and I have to say, life has only gotten better since.

Yes folks, we are sitting on Babe the Blue Ox. Because, well... obviously!!!

How I ever managed to get you to marry me I’ll never know. I guess all those candles Mom lit paid off. Thank you for fifteen wonderful years of marriage. I look forward to growing old with you. Well, not the “old” part, just the “with you” part.

Happy Anniversary!

I love you Mrs. 20 Prospect!

Thanks for not crushing my head. Yet.

Variations on the Word Love
by Margaret Atwood

This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it too. How do we know
it isn’t what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.

Then there’s the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars
that press on us with their deafness.
It’s not love we don’t wish
to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will
have to do. It’s a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.

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9 thoughts on “I’ve Got You Babe

  1. Okay, the pics on the ox, PRICELESS. The poem, seriously touching. You go from making me laugh…yesterday. To almost making me cry. Congrats on the anniversary. Marriages as long as the ones some of us have sustained are no easy feat these days, we all should be proud of ourselves. I am always pleased when I meet (IRL or virtually) a man who openly professes his love for the woman he has by his side. Most excellent!!

  2. Laughter & Tears, that pretty much covers the whole range of marriage right there.

    That poem from Margaret Atwood has been a favorite since college days. Although back then, I could only imagine and dream about finding someone who would make those words come to life.

    L-O-V-E!

    I’d shout it from the roof of the Interwebz if Mrs. 20P let me.

  3. Awwww, man.
    First off thank you for reminding me that my wedding anniversary is in two weeks and I need to get on the ball over here.
    Second, I’m on the bandwagon with Shawn. You’d be hard pressed to find something as awesome as a guy totally in love with his wife.
    Now I’m going to go use passive agressive techniques to bully my husband into doing something adoring for me.

    • I never kiss and blog.

      Oh, who am I kidding? Half of my posts are about girls I kissed, and the other half are about girls I wanted to kiss, but didn’t.

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