I Love Anna (A Guest Post for Valentine’s Day by Mr. Right-Click)

by Mr. Right-Click on February 14, 2009

I Love Anna

I have stood atop a mountain and
cupped my hands around my mouth
and exclaimed my love of Anna

Upon rooftops
With whispers
By letters
By looks
By gifts
With help
In confidence
at restaurants
with chocolate
and laughter
and lilies and roses and daffodils and sunflowers
large yellow sunflowers

through the years of cheer without fear

Anna is the funniest person I have ever known. That is one reason I fell in love with her and why each day I love her a little bit more than the one before. It’s hackneyed but true.

Anna reads books. Novels and self-help and business books mostly. “How’s your book?” I would ask. “Pretty crappy”, or “OK” she would reply predictably. “Are you gonna finish it?” She always finishes. She read all of those popular virgin-vampire-shadow-whatever books in a month this year. I surprised her one weekday afternoon and took her to the first show on the first day the movie came out. The book is always better. My wife likes to read and that remains a grand and beautiful aphrodisiac. Her sitting there in bed, knees up and head down reading away. I love that about her.

Anna likes to eat cocktail onions in bed at 10 p.m. and, oh yes, she can hang with me when it comes to the eating of the cocktail onions.

Anna is the only person I ever met who curses more than I do. She is also the only person I met since turning twelve who taught me curse words and phrases, intentionally inelegant turns of phrase that make me laugh and enjoy her all the more. “George Bush is the biggest limp-dick-cocksucker that ever walked the planet” she might be heard explaining while preparing brisket in the crock pot. That’s my wife! In moments like this I am filled with such a loving tenderness and simpatico with her. And it’s not like she couldn’t be more pious with her analysis of the former moron president. She is a PhD in English Lit after all. But Anna chooses her words carefully and yes, that is exactly it: George Bush is a limp-dick-cocksucker, honey, you are so right. “So true…” I would say, all the while thinking: “Fuck, I really do love that woman! She is so great.” And right there, right in that little moment while watching the evening news, my love grows a little more for my wife.

Mini has come running
“Go show Mommy”
Daddy commands
“Go show her”
And so Mini has come running

And there is nothing comparable
There she is
His Mommy
My wife
Bending low to intercept the Little Man’s catapult
The missile he has become
“Go show Mommy”
Clear the decks
Mini has come running

I was a boy
Now never feeling more grown
Seeing my wife transformed into mother
Allowing me fatherhood
“What have you got?”
The child radiates
Anna’s face is a smile and a question
Bruin bear or lamby-lamb or Thomas or anything
Every Time it’s amazing and great
Such sweet loved contented confirmed satisfaction for Mini

Twenty-two months and so proud
And he’s off

I glimpse this scene every day
With empathy toward Mini
For I was a boy
Still a boy like water is still rain

Mini come a runnin’
“Go show Mommy”
I feel
Standing there seeing it I feel
and my eyes blur with my water
This is my family
I tell her I love her
I thank her
So gratifying
So relieving
So PROUD of my wife and son

I love how Anna spins, with her special shoes and workout clothes and getting to the gym. She leaves early to ensure she gets a ride.

I love how she hides the cookies and chocolate. I love getting up and making her coffee in the morning, double espresso with steamed milk. I love her smile and her fine hair and that little stool in the shower she uses to shave her legs. I love her body. I love her good taste. I love her knowledge of technology. I love that she knows all the gossip about the stars. I love Anna.

I love her courage and strength. Have you ever seen a woman eight months pregnant so morning, noon and night sick she had to take chemotherapy anti-nausea drugs at $100 a pill? Have you ever seen such a strong woman get up every single day and sit and write, marching day after day toward her PhD and her baby’s birth date? I saw it. I was there. It was the damndest, sturdiest, most valiant thing I ever witnessed. That is my wife!

Now we call her Doctor.

Red vines
Peanut M&M’s
Diet coke
Diet coke
Diet coke
Dark-cacao-need-to-be-a-connoisseur chocolate
Peanut butter

Dan Tana’s chicken tana
Caviar and truffle ice cream
Blue fin toro sashimi melting, melting

Red vines
Peanut M&M’s
Diet coke
Diet coke
Diet coke
Dark-cacao-need-to-be-a-connoisseur chocolate
Peanut butter

Life’s flavors better when you are around

The other night we were all watching the Lakers play the Celtics. This has special meaning to me as I hate the Celtics as much as I love the Lakers. And there was Anna dressed in her Lakers shirt. And there was Mini dressed in his Lakers shirt. And there I was wearing the tuxedo I was married in. Ok, not really. There I was wearing my Lakers shirt. And as the Celtics were compressed in defeat so sweet by our Lakers I had one of those “it just doesn’t get any better than this” moments. This is love. This is love. There is no one I would rather be with in this moment of triumph, no one I would rather share it with than you, Anna. And Anna was not mailing it in on my behalf like when we I chose to see the last Die Hard movie (very underrated by the way). Oh, no. She loves the Lakers and hates the Celtics and what more can a SoCal boy ask for in a wife? “Those BASTARDS” she would yell at the flatscreen. And then more green bashing and Anna would scream: “Pop it” with her high five head level, extended to me and Mini. And then the boy and I would pop it and all would be about as well as could possibly be.

That indeed is love, true love: when what makes one happy is improved by the presence of another=love, love, love. Thank you Anna for making everything that makes me happy better.

Gentle swirls
Coast the red/orange cat will purr
Meow as joy meows
And snuggle her face with nose rubs and whiskers and breath that is notable and wild
Gentle swirls

Anna in her glasses and comfortable sleep shirt and sweats
will smile white like paper
white like floating snow

the light is off now
Anna on her side
Ryan the ancient black cat jumps on her pillow
to share the dark’s somnolent ride

it’s 3:17 a.m.
everywhere creeps silent and shut
Anna is far asleep
She is a very good sleeper
She raises up
Her arm moves above the cotton sheets
Still asleep
She pets her cat
“Bouzhah kitty” she says as if awake—loud and clear
And back down she goes

Ryan the ancient black cat awakens upon her touch and
makes the feline sound of a pigeon in the park

eating bread from a man sitting on a bench
A purr-meow without opening the mouth
And goes back to sleep
Their heads touching

Her sleep

I watch her laugh in the dark
Smiling with my head on the pillow

I am not a very good sleeper
So I witness
The cat and Anna are oblivious to my observations

In these nocturnal things
And others too personal
Too precious to give up here
Each night
Each day
I witness my wife in unconsciousness
And good conscience
Give kindness and love and gentle pets to the cats
And hugs and kisses to Mini
And thoughts and looks and sharing and caring to me
And I think
Every single day I think and know
That is my wife
My Love
Our Love

Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart.


Mr. Right Click


Margarita February 14, 2009 at 7:17 am

That is the cutest, most sweetest, mose loverly piece I have ever read. You can feel the personal love in this piece. Perfect for Valentine’s Day!

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Perpetua February 14, 2009 at 8:21 am

That? Made me cry. Not sobbing or anything, just the gentle rolling tear business, but still. How lovely.

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The Stiletto Mom February 14, 2009 at 8:52 am

How sweet….and what a fun look into Anna’s everyday life. Mr. Right Click…you are a keeper!

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Christine February 14, 2009 at 9:20 am

Mr. Right-Click,
You had me at “I Love Anna.” I’m sure all of her readers feel the same way, but you may have seriously pissed off some significant others. You have set the bar ridiculously high. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and yours.

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Kerry February 14, 2009 at 1:45 pm

Oh my god. I am speechless.

…and all she got you was a Wii?

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Tracy Lynn February 14, 2009 at 5:08 pm


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J. February 14, 2009 at 6:14 pm

TOTALLY worth the wait.

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pamela February 15, 2009 at 5:44 pm

What a sweet, sweet, extremely clever man.

foradifferentkindofgirl (fadkog) February 15, 2009 at 10:35 pm

Would there be any objections to me printing this off, scratching out a couple things so it seemed as though it were written for me, and then ask my husband to hand it to me while pretending he’s responsible for this magic?

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bessie.viola February 16, 2009 at 1:55 pm

This was beyond sweet… nice work, Mr. Right Click!

jenni February 22, 2009 at 7:20 pm

Mr. Right Click indeed.

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