Yesterday was our 6 month anniversary. Kind of amazing. How can six months have gone by already? It feels like it's been a lot less and a lot more, all at the same time.
Measuring relationships in months feels so 7th grade, especially since so many of our friends are married and measuring their relationships in years and kids, but that's how it goes. Time is an arbitrary measurement when it comes to love, though. It's not like being together for a certain amount of time guarantees that a relationship will work. And so I try not to measure at all. We are what we are, and what I am is happy. Completely, nauseatingly, mindbendingly happy.
I love being with him. I love who he is. I love the life we're building together. Griffin is curled up on my chest, purring like a helicopter preparing for takeoff, and Cringer is singing on the bed because that's what she does after she's successfully hunted one of the milk bottle tabs. Lunchboy is at the gym and I can't wait for him to come home. We're going to watch the big eights races at the Head of the Charles today (assuming the rain holds off) and there is nowhere else I would rather be than right here, in this moment.
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Impossible to imagine how things could be any better in that moment. I wish we could all have more of those; the world would be a far better place.
So good to hear such happiness. You certainly deserve it, after such sorrow.
Hope the races were worth the gander. I found some inspiration in the senior skulls yesterday - I can only faintly espire to such virility now, much less in four decades.
awww what's wrong with measuring a relationship in months? i think English and i have been seeing-nonseeing eachother for like 6 months? wow... neat.
Dearest Moxie,
Readint his made me so happy...and its brilliant to compare it with our conversations a year ago. You're amazing, muy fuerte and I love you lots!
1. it's a scull
2. it's spelled "aspire"
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