An additional clause in our deal.

One Friday morning in the fall of 2007, I came home from school to find a index card on top of one my textbooks. It was pink, had a heart drawn on it and was covered in messy scribbles. It said:

“Dear Jo,

I just wanted to write you to tell you that I love you with all my heart. You are beautiful, smart, and cooks for me ever night. When we go to Dallas this weekend, I am glad you will be there to support me, and I think you and I should go on special dinner to celebrate our new lives and success together. I can’t wait to start a new life with the woman I love. I want to give you everything that ou want in life.

Love,

Daniel Vicknair

P.S. Sorry my breath stinks.”

Saturday, Daniel purposed with Todd as a witness and I quietly (rare time in my life) agreed.

A year and some odd months later we are married and living a normal married people life, including the good, the bad, and the shiteous. I suppose its because the both of us are still relatively young, heated, and overall stupid people that causes our disagreements to go to an extreme level. I also take into account that both of us are passionate and stubborn individuals and will bow down to NO ONE… even each other. We both agreed to take a chance and dive into the unknown together and when its great it the best decision I have ever made. When it gets turbulent, I am still immature and uncomfortable with the idea of marriage. True to my mother’s guidance I promise to pray and brush up on all the reasons I CHOSE to love him. I must remember I CHOSE, even insisted on this life. I am not the victim, remember how much he swallows, looks the other way, tolerates for me.

Today, I will make a pledge to find old love letters, old photographs, wedding pictures, etc… whatever it takes to defuse my petty arguments with the one I love… I will raise my white flag.

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