A Letter to Coach On Our 2nd Anniversary

On May 21, 2013 Coach and I celebrated our TWO year anniversary. Although this was nearly a month ago, I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to write a sweet love letter publicly on my little corner of the dot com. 

On our actual anniversary we were in Atlanta enjoying an evening in the big city and chowing down on an ahhhhmazing dinner feast at Fogo de Chao. 

We were also spending some much needed time with friends and family. I’ll have to post more about that… for now, here is a mushy letter to my one and only…

Dear Coach,

Can you believe we have been married for TWO years?! I mean, it seems like a few months ago we were sharing cheese dip at La Hacienda. Now look, that restaurant has already been four different establishments and we consider cheese dip a HUGE cheat meal! On the day we said our vows I was 100% positive that I would follow you anywhere your little football loving heart sent you. I love that we live in the perfect little small town, coach five sports between the both of us, and love every single minute of it! 

You are still the funniest man I know, you can make me laugh when I feel like I can’t make it another minute. When I am struggling with worrying, you know exactly what to say to make the worries seem insignificant. You are still the best person to go see any movie with, even the super girly vampire loving ones. Even two years later you still seem to be the absolute worst shopping partner around if it is in a store that doesn’t sell golf shirts or tennis shoes. I’m ok with knowing this now. It may or may not have taken me two years to learn to say, “Hey, you go to Hibbit’s and meet me back here when you are finished!” This seems to work best for us. It also took you two years, and a bigger DVR memory to understand the fact that I will constantly have 10 or more episodes of Y & R waiting to be watched. I’ve also learned that scheduling anything during the months of August-November (especially on a Saturday) comes with the possibility of me attending alone.  

Some things will never get old… no matter how many years we’ve been married! Your love for football and the desire to wear your ‘game day’ outfit which consists of khakis and your RED Ga shirt has become somewhat of a stability factor for me. 

It’ll never get old that you wake up every Friday with a smile and say, “It’s game day!” 

 It will also never get old hearing you talk back to umpires on the baseball field. (Always know I have your back, Coach.) Also, is it OK that I know all of your signs. I'll let you know if a kid misses one. (SFSS) I can't say enough how proud I am of you and the dreams that are coming true. Some say it is your speed and agility... I say it is just because I know you are that great of a Coach and leader. 

Hearing you pray each night for our students and players (some by name) will also never get old and also makes me fall in love with you all over again. Will the fact that you refer to me as you ‘smokin’ hot wife’ even after runs ever get old?! I hope not! Like I said, you are responsible for 90% of my smiles. (I’d like to think the other 10% comes from me just being that happy!) 

Even though I am guilty of not saying thanks enough…

Thanks for knowing I’m not a morning person. Thanks for packing the best cooler and always having this part under control. Thanks for knowing that I hate cooking on Fridays. Thanks for being at every race. Thanks for always reading my blogs and never talking about them! Thanks for loving Dub, even though you’ll never say it. Thanks for listening to all of my school stories no matter how silly they sound. Thanks for doing the dishes on the nights that I may be close to a meltdown for not having a dishwasher. Thanks for never mentioning the random and frequent charges from Barnes and Nobel. Thanks for understanding that shopping cures everything and that I can NEVER have too many clothes in my closet. Most of all, thanks for being the perfect man for me and always being the rock I seek. You da bomb, Coach! 

I pray we never lose our love for dancing to every song together. 

I pray we always remember... For Wins and for Losses!  

I love you,

Carley