One Year

In a lot of ways a year is an arbitrary measure of time, but we ascribe a lot of meaning to it- especially when it comes to anniversaries.  For me, knowing that we survived a year is nearly as surprising as when we survived 6 months or 8 weeks. I spent a lot of time at the beginning of our relationship waiting for the floor to drop out, waiting for Jean to want something from me, waiting for him to reveal that he wasn’t the man I thought he was. That never happened. Our relationship has had it’s ups and downs, fun and not so fun times, and it’s grown magically and beautifully.  The floor is still here, and sturdy, and knowing I can stand on it fills me with so much gratitude.


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