I knew one of these days I'd be half of an old couple counting the years they had acquired. I just didn't think it'd happen so soon.
Well we're not exactly old in body or spirit. But we're quite suddenly much further along than we were the day my love first came to my door to pick up my daughter for a movie date.
I was so smitten, so immediately in lust with this woman. How smitten, you ask? While they were at the movies I cleaned my apartment ruthlessly, set out the guitar I had not yet learned how to play, and put on my Kid's Kingdom shirt.
Suddenly I was the clean, rock-star, community-involvement guy.
It worked, or something did.
That day we began to build our little traditions, to create the inside jokes, to form our family dynamic, our values, our hopes.
Mostly though, that's when the love began.
How is it that we are "two of the lucky few" who find the love of our lifes?
We can only shake our heads in wonder and close our eyes in appreciation and kiss each other as passionately as we always have.
I love you baby.
Thanks for all of it.