Category: Sarah

Seven years after our first date, I’m still so happy to have found you. You make every day — even the really crappy ones — wonderful.

Happy first date anniversary, baby!

It’s weird how, if you really think about it, you never really feel like yourself until you meet the person who completes you.

The me that Sarah met, face to face, for the first time six years ago was a broken man. Unhappy about so many things. Feeling lost and listless and just sort of drifting through life as a childish, self-centered, slob.

But she gave me something to be happy about. She cradled and loved this broken fool until I became a better man. It took a good long while, but she held on and never gave up on me.

Now I know that sometimes I’m (still) not the best man that I could be. But I always try to do better. For her. Considering what she’s done for me though, trying doesn’t seem like enough. I owe her so much more than that.

That’s why I’m writing this post. Consider it a public declaration, if you will, of my plan to be not just a better man. For all the love and kindness and patience and heart you’ve shown me over the years, Sarah, I’m going to be the best man.

Not the best man possible. That shit won’t fly. The best man. Period.

It really is the least I can do considering everything you’ve done, and continue to do, for me…

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. My heart is forever yours.

Sarah,

This past year has been the best one of my life. I’m so happy that I get to spend every single day with you and Rowdy. I can’t think of a better person to wake up to in the morning or go to sleep with at night. You are my heart. You are the subatomic particles that make up my entire universe. You are my density. You are my everything and I adore you.

Here’s to the next year and the rest of our lives. Happy anniversary, my little churro.

Love,
Jason

5 years ago tonight, Sarah told me that she loved me.

After all this time, it’s still one of the things that I play over and over in my head. And I smile every time I think about it.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day, baby.

2010 was a pretty great year, wasn’t it?

There’s no denying that the hectic rush building up to our beautiful wedding was a bit maddening for the both of us.  And I can still be a pretty hard person to get along with sometimes. But looking back on everything that’s happened, I’m happy we got to go thru every last bit of it side by side.

I mean, we finally moved in together and got married. Short of having kids and buying a house, we did some of the most adult things a couple can possibly do. And now that we’re right on the cusp of 2011, I can’t wait to see what the new year brings.

Sweetheart, I love you so much. And I can’t believe that someone so beautiful would even give a schlub like me a second glance. Every day I wake up and I’m happy that I get to have an adventure thru the rest of my life with you. You’re like Short Round to my Indiana Jones*.

Except, you know, you and I get to have sex… ;)

Anyhow, here’s to making our own path. And to making this next year better than every previous one that came before it.

Sarah Cosper, you are my heart.

Love,
Jason

* Let’s be honest, I’m probably the one who’s Short Round in this relationship…

You know, Sarah and I started talking four years ago today. And while I’ve managed to make this a rough four years for the both of us, I’m happy that we’ve stuck with it. We’re getting married in the Fall and I can’t wait to start the next phase of our life together.

In order to put the past behind us tho, I need to address what happened. So that’s the motivation behind this post.

Most of you don’t know the whole story of Sarah and I. And that’s either because I haven’t said anything about it or because I’ve only relayed half-truths or outright lies. If you knew the truth, I’m sure you may not have a high opinion of me. In fact, writing it out makes me feel pretty awful about the things that I’ve done.

So in order to set everyone straight, I’ll just say that if you’ve heard me say something disparaging about Sarah, forget it. Over the past four years, she’s always been a constant presence in my life. And she’s been willing to accept me back no matter how hard I’ve pushed her away.

I’d like to say that I didn’t push very hard, but that wouldn’t be true at all. I couldn’t commit to us for three out of those four years — and because of that, this last year has been hard. But we’ve made long strides. Hopefully, we’ll continue to make them.

I guess what I’m saying is, I’m sorry for the things I’ve done. And my only regret is not realizing all of the hurtful things I was doing sooner.

The next four years will be nothing like the last four tho. We’re going to build a life. A family. A home. Getting to do that with my best friend — and the most beautiful girl in the whole world — is all I could have ever asked for.