Twoo Wuv.
When friends ask me how long my love and I have been together, I always stammer.
This is because I don’t really know. I’m serious. I’ve never been the “six month anniversary of our first date” or “one year since our [whatever special thing we did together]” person, so I really just don’t know.
Obviously, I am not the keeper of the milestones. I live in the moment. What is important to me is how I feel right now, not past or future. So imagine my confusion when he asked me a few days ago how we should celebrate our anniversary.
I thought he was joking, so I laughed and said, “What anniversary, exactly?” I was a bit nervous, actually, thinking I might have missed something important.
“Well, since we don’t have a real anniversary date,” he said, “I figured it would be the first Dragon*Con we shared together. How many Dragon*Cons have we been to together now?”
“This year will be my tenth year,” I replied.
“Right,” he said. “So we need to do something really special after we get home.”
Then he proceeded to tell me about the cruise.
Ladies and gents, am more in love with that man than ever. It’s not the trip, or even the thought; it’s that after all the trials and tribulations every couple experiences, the “growth spurts” on both our parts, the learning of uncomfortable, distasteful, and sometimes unbelievable truths about each other, the ups and downs we’ve had with other people who’ve come and gone, the personal epiphanies which would have easily broken any other relationship …
I’m happy to say neither one of us can ever take it THAT seriously.
Maybe that’s why it works.
Nothing succeeds like excess. ~ Oscar Wilde