Well this morning, I'm contemplating what has brought me to this day. I was too filled with excitement to wait for the alarm clock and got up an hour early. It's been a long twenty-three years in some respects and a blink-of-an-eye-and-you'll-miss-it in others.
I want to tell you about gratitude the way I feel it. There's someone in my life who genuinely cares about me in ways that I just don't understand. He recognizes me for who I am and what I can be. He understands when I'm a dork and still gets me, and still he loves me. Don't get me wrong. We have our issues when we're not listening to each other, or exhausted, or feeling needy. But I have the certainty that we will always find a way to work it out. I know that I have a companion, a friend, a love that makes me want to be more. More for him, and more for myself. I don't know if I can ever thank him enough for what he has brought to me, for what he continues to bring to me, for who he has allowed me to become.
There's so much more, but a ceremony awaits in the far-off land of Vermont. "See you at the altar, my love." And for the rest of you, if these twenty-three years are any indication, I can't wait to see the adventure ahead.
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