Hi Joe, it’s your wife, Bonnie. Here we are…. Almost a year after heading to Love Story Chapel, I get to proclaim our love once again, this time, in front of loved ones.

In the past year, I sometimes I would look over at you on the couch in awe… In my mind, I’d say to myself.. Wait, did I really marry Joe from SEGA? He’s my husband now. That’s so weird.

Back then, I didn’t really know you. I knew you were chill, for a lawyer. And I appreciated that you promptly sent the NDAs I asked you to. But I had no idea of your sweet, compassionate nature. Your big heart, your dedication to authenticity, and your amazing ability to communicate and listen. (despite occasional motor mouth tendencies)

I often want to shout out on the roof tops what our relationship is like, because it is so beyond anything I could have ever imagined for myself. Sure, there are the things that you do. Washing every dish in the house, impromptu foot rubs, tucking me in every night, and ordering appetizers on the menu that you know I want but my ‘nine-ness’ would not ask for. And of course, all the silliness and fun we have being the hottest couple in Novato. But it’s mainly about how you make me feel and the person that you are.

In thinking about this first year of our marriage, the key word I feel is SAFE. That may not sound sexy to everyone, but oohhh… it is. The way you allow me the spectrum of my emotions, giving me permission to feel how I feel, I know I am emotionally safe. The way you ask for what I need, how I can be supported, and how you own your healthy masculine energy, I know I am physically safe. And the way you allow me to be who I am, listening to my ever-evolving truths without trying to change me, I know I am spiritually safe.

And so in my vows, I vow to do the same for you. I vow to learn from you, to be better at sharing my emotions, needs and desires. I vow to maintain a space for your Cancer self to be emo, sensitive, caring and protective. I vow to announce my grumpiness before it gets the better of me, so you may know where my Taurus moon stands. I vow to care for you, including cook you beans, rub your back and make sure the grape fairy is doing her job. And as per my previously stated vows, I will continue to listen to your stories, existential crises and effusive arguments, as well as vow to laugh at your jokes and your farts… and of course, let’s not forget…. I vow to never buy containers for your weed.

In the past few months, we’ve had our ups and downs. But those ups and downs have only shown me that my original decision to commit to you without a single doubt proved valid…  there’s no one else I’d rather travel into the mysterious unknown with. 5 years ago, when I sat across from you at your desk discussing Peanut Labs, I had no idea that you’d one day be my husband. And so, here we are. As we stand across from each other with family and friends gathered, we don’t know what’s going to happen, how it’ll happen, and all of the joys, sorrows, excitements, that are coming our way.  I can’t wait to see how it all unfolds, together with you.

I love you, my Joe-gong. Now, let’s party like nobody’s business.

-From Bonnie to Joe
May 6, 2023

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