Four

 

I know time is just a construct and calendars are just a convenient way for us humans to mark the milestones in our life. But the past 4 years have been … well … real. I mean life has not been perfect, but it has been kind. A pandemic, two job changes (for each of us), and a gazillion arguments over what to make for dinner later, we are still here. It’s been a tough journey, but it’s been lovely. It’s not been perfect, but it’s been very real. 

I saw an old couple holding hands, walking the path the other days, and I told you “Ewww, old people being in love, gross. I want to grow old and be gross with you”

Our promises still stand. You are my anchor, my rock, my mountains. I am still a ship, a restless wave, an ocean of hopes and dreams and ideals. 

Our difference is what brings us together. 

As I said during my wedding vow. “I’m not one to believe in Forever or Permanent things, but this I can promise you. I will not fuck this up”

Here’s to many four more years, and then Four-ever more years ahead of us