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demiurgent) wrote2009-05-20 12:29 pm
demiurgent) wrote2009-05-20 12:29 pm
On the subject of one year
Monday was the 1 year anniversary of Wednesday crossing the border into the United States, at the time on a K-Visa, for fianceés. For the first time in our relationship, we were on a trip to unify our households against our upcoming marriage.
For the first time in our relationship, our time together was not potentially measured in weeks, or days, or hours, but in years.
Since that day (well, technically a couple of days before while we packed her stuff up in Ottawa, but I have a poetic thing going here), there has not been a single day when Wednesday and I have not been in the same room. There has not been a single day that we have not touched, have not spoken in person, have not embraced, and have not kissed.
Not one day.
For the last year and two days, Wednesday has not been "my Canadian girlfriend" or "my long distance relationship." Wednesday has been the person I share my life with.
Next month, Wednesday and I will celebrate the first anniversary of our marriage in Las Vegas. But more quietly we've been celebrating for the last few days. Celebrating our lives joining. Celebrating our coming together and not having to leave.
For the last year, we have been Home.
I am the luckiest bastard on the face of this planet.
For the first time in our relationship, our time together was not potentially measured in weeks, or days, or hours, but in years.
Since that day (well, technically a couple of days before while we packed her stuff up in Ottawa, but I have a poetic thing going here), there has not been a single day when Wednesday and I have not been in the same room. There has not been a single day that we have not touched, have not spoken in person, have not embraced, and have not kissed.
Not one day.
For the last year and two days, Wednesday has not been "my Canadian girlfriend" or "my long distance relationship." Wednesday has been the person I share my life with.
Next month, Wednesday and I will celebrate the first anniversary of our marriage in Las Vegas. But more quietly we've been celebrating for the last few days. Celebrating our lives joining. Celebrating our coming together and not having to leave.
For the last year, we have been Home.
I am the luckiest bastard on the face of this planet.