Fourteen Years On
Fourteen
In numerology,
It is often associated
with adaptability, resourcefulness, and independence
It carries the energy of transformation
and encourages you
to embrace change fearlessly
Who would’ve thought it would bring instead
(or perhaps as well as)
stability, harmony and permanance?
But here we are.
Happy Anniversary, I love you!
Eight Years OnThings begin.
Things end.
All creatures born,
Eventually die.
All things built,
Eventually crumble.
The pendulum of power,
Swings as it chooses.
And somehow,
Through it all
We continue.
Happy Anniversary, I love you!
Seven Years On
It hardly seems possible that seven whole years have come and gone since that first meeting at Monterrey. In some ways it feels like we jumped in a Tardis and flashed forward while the rest of the world went about its business in real time.
But in other ways, at other times, it feels as though I've known you my entire life. Or maybe in a life before this one -- if such a thing exists.
The way you know without knowing exactly what to say, or exactly what to do; almost better than I do myself.
It's still astonishing to me, even after all this time, and all the events of those years, how instinctively we fit together.
I don't know if there's such a thing as "destiny" in the objective sense of the word or not.
I just know that when we met, I knew almost form the beginning that we were supposed ot be together.
And now seven years on, I see nothing to dissuade me from that assessment.
Fate? Divine intervention? Or just dumb luck?
I don't know, nor do I concern myself overmuch with the answer.
I just know I love you. And that's enough. Happy Anniversary!
Six Years OnOne fine evening
With Mexican food and coffee
Grew into this
Those first tentative moments
Became a house, with two cats and a dog
A Cuisinart and a Costco membership
And a shared data plan
With lawns (grudgingly) mowed
And fresh baked bread
And a whole life
I never dared hope for
But fell in my lap in spite of me.
Happy Anniversary. I love you.
Five Years OnAnother trip around the sun
To go along with
All the beach trips and barbecues
All the miles and miles of stitches
All the laughter
And the very few tears
I never had much faith
In that myth of The One
But we you are
In Our House (with all that entails)
Sharing space as well as life
Leaving me too amazed to say anything except
Happy Anniversary. I love you.
Four Years OnFour years.
That's like 98 human years or something.
And yet
Here I am
waking up with Our Song
Playing on the iHead®
And with your face
Just behind my eyes
Where only I can see
I long ago stopped trying
To figure out how it was
That fortune favored me so grandly.
It's just enough that She did.
Three Years OnAgainst all the odds
(or maybe not... entropy is a funny thing)
A humble strand of ones and zeros
Deflected my trajectory by 90 degrees
And brought me to you.
Three years and countless cookies later
If I saw a movie about us
I would accuse the writers
Of overextending the concept
Of suspension of disbelief.
And yet.
Here we are.
And there's no better place to be.
Two Years On"Every day
Is the anniversary
Of something beautiful."
That's what I said
Last year on this day.
I've never been more right
Or more happy to be right.
I love you Wendy.
Happy Anniversary.
One Year OnI had to pass this way you know.
I had to be where I was
To get to this place
To where I am now
To where you are
To where you and me become us.
The place where
What I dared not dream yesterday
Became the very fabric of my dreams today.
But you are not a dream.
I know this.
Because even in my wildest dreams
I could not have created you.
I would have left something out.
Some little thing,
And you would not be
The perfection that you are.
In every minute detail.
The words I want do not exist.
Not in any language I know of, at least.
Or perhaps they just elude me.
Or maybe,
Just maybe,
The only words that can express
What I want to say
Are as simple as
"I love you."
And now
Every day
Is the anniversary
Of something beautiful.
They're playing our song. Of course we're the only ones who know it's our song. That's okay. The world can go away completely at times like this. In fact, it often does. At least the parts of it I don't like to think about do. All that's left is you, and me.
Graciously hosted by G-Man.Single
Something happened
In that space between
The time I quit my day
And the time I began my night
Something spoken
In that space between
Turned everything I wished
Into everything I knew
Something heard
In that space between
Turned yesterday's grim and cold
Into today's thousand tiny rainbows
Three simple words
Not even rare ones
Spoken every day by billions
Served up like fast food
But this time
A simple declarative sentence
Subject, verb, object
Became a feast
I didn't realize
How hungry I was
Until it was set before me
Having been that way so long
Something happened
And my hunger is gone
But the table remains full
What to do but share?
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