Why I love her…

Today, my wife went home. Not because I wanted her, but because her parents needed her to. She went home because that’s what daughters do when they are only children. They go home to help their parents around the holidays.

This is why I love her.

Joanna allows me to be neurotic and obsessive over little things because she knows that if I take care of the little things, the big things are automatic for me. She allows me to play my video games, have long conversations with Social Media GIANTS from around the world and take her when she isn’t feeling well for a ride around the loop because she doesn’t feel like being in the house anymore.

She allows me to be the best version of me possible, even with my flaws.

This is why I love her.

I try my best not to get involved with drama, because I dislike drama. I want everyone to be cooperative, friendly and encouraging to others. Not that many people do that in this world.

She supports my vision.

This is why I love her.

Joanna lives in a town far away from her parents because I have a career here. She has sacrificed so I might flourish. She encourages me to be better every day and is the first one to tell me when I have failed & hug me afterwards.

This is why I love her.

She is a private person and I will probably get yelled at for telling you so much about her, but I have to.

She fights for those who have no voice and lends her voice to others. She is the one whose ethics are amazing and rather than others who have asked for me to bend what I believe, making me even more ethical. She is proud of me and loves me unconditionally.

This is why I love her.

She says that dislikes small dogs, but will do whatever it takes when our dog has an epileptic seizure. Her compassion for animals is never-ending and

This is why I love her.

I hope that my friends get an advocate that has such love, compassion, honor, ethics and is 1 /10 of the woman who my wife Joanna Watson Donahue is.

Our anniversary is on the 19th. We’ve survived 5 years together.  Her late grandmother, who I love like my own, used to say to me when we walked in, “Have you beat Jo yet?” and when I told her no, she’d reply, “well you should!” She’d turn to Joanna and smile.

We’ve survived five years of death, heartache, hospitals, bills, drama, hatred, failures and misery…

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because of love, honor, dedication, compassion, friendship, peanut butter sandwiches, pushing to get my degree & the love of two puppies in a WAY too small house.

I will be somewhere where I can not write this all down where you can see it on our anniversary, but I think doing it a bit early will be fine.

I am the successful man I am today, because of the love you have shared with me.

God Bless you Joanna and Happy Early Anniversary!