Here we are. Another monthly anniversary. Summer is finally over. The heat and the smoke are replaced by the welcome comfort of rain and the embrace of longer nights and flannel sheets. This is the best time of year. This is the time when two introverts can curl into the weather and the changing seasons and enjoy the stillness and smells. I think fall is for us. I think there's just enough darkness for us to enjoy longer evenings before the devouring maw of winter swallows us in a night that seems to go on forever. There's a welcome chill in the air, but no bone-cutting winds or snow that makes you feel wet no matter how long you stay by the heater or put on dry socks. This is enough, just right now. This is balanced for us. This is the soft patter of rain, this is the crunch of dry leaves underfoot. This is the smell of nature going into slumber. This is for us.
Saturday, August 19, 2017
To my love, happy monthly anniversary. It's been a trying month, and at least we got through it together. Things are back to a new normal, and we have a peace in the house. I only wish one of our cats felt better. The bad air gave all of them a round of coughing or illness. And then the invasion of rodents. Or a failing fridge. Or work stress. It was always something. Strange, but the more it piled on, the more things got simple. Almost pure. Just you, the cats, being creative, making sure no rodent snuck its way into the house. You called me a hero for checking under the bed and in the dark corners for you. I don't know why I wasn't nervous; it was just something I had to do. Of course I would do it for you. I love you.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
My love, it's been hectic and disorienting these past couple of days. At least it's nothing major; just a bevy of small demands and costs coming at us from all angles. It's nothing we can't handle, and looking back, we've handled so much more. It's fortunate for me that our monthly anniversary happening now. it gives a little more needed perspective. I love you.
Monday, June 19, 2017
I can’t believe we have been married for 18 years today. I’ve said it before, but we have a life where our togetherness is in a blink of an eye. I can’t tell time with us, and I don’t want to remember life before this era. I can’t. I choose not to, but I keep myself in this era because it’s a better slice of my life. We are that better slice, and I hope I always make you happy. I hope I make you laugh. I hope I’m worthy of you.
Friday, May 19, 2017
To my love, happy monthly anniversary. One more until 18 years together. I can't believe this much time has passed. It doesn't feel like time has passed, though. Everything feels like one long day, small blinks of darkness as sleep, different colors of the sky for the seasons. I don't feel older. I don't see myself as older, even though I am.
We have been married for two-fifths of my life. Longer if we think about how long we knew each other before you smiled and said yes to me and everyone in that garden. I love you. I hope I make you happy.