When we first met a couple we now consider friends, we asked them how they met. With a sweet glance her way and a wink, he began "In this life, we met two years ago." That's the way I think of our relationship too. Two old souls that came together through a hodgepodge of circumstance and coincidence - and at the instant that I realized I had fallen irreparably in love with him, I knew that I had loved him since before I knew him. During the period of confusion and sorting out that followed, a good friend told me on a particularly hard day: "If you are meant to be together, the forces of the universe will conspire to make it so."
Well, what a beautiful conspiracy. A year ago today, I stood in front of a little white church in the middle of nowhere
This is a man who surprises me with bundles of roses for no reason at all, who waltzes with me in the kitchen or the middle of the street or wherever we happen to be, who kisses my hand and opens doors for me and insists that I walk on the non-street side of sidewalks. A man who puts up with my quirks and makes me laugh even while I'm crying and who knows me so well I can't even bullshit him when something's bothering me. Somebody who's smart and funny and wonderful, and who I know I can count on to keep me safe and make sure our family is taken care of. A man who's strong beyond anyone I've known before, but not afraid to lean on me sometimes. My best friend, my other half, my soul mate. Together, we've been on some crazy adventures and gotten into some curious situations,
seen some beautiful places and tolerated some not-so-beautiful ones, and covered a lot of geography in the process.
Happy Anniversary, gorgeous. I love you so much. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, wherever the ride takes us.
