This Friday we celebrate our tenth anniversary. Ten years. Seems like such a long time, ten years, and yet I still remember vividly the moment i fell in love with you.
We’ve had ten years together. 3650 days. Each and every one of those days required effort and work and the payoff was something so sweetly intangible and imperceptibly solid that I know in my heart that there will never be another person that can replace you.
More good days than bad, I think that’s about what most people ask for. Sometimes I feel lucky for all that I have with you, I know that I probably don’t deserve, but on the other hand we’ve worked hard to get here and the reward is sweet.
Ten years! I’m not the same person now at 30 as i was at 20 and neither are you. No one ever is. We’ve changed. We’ve had some growing pains. We’ve gone from tentative, cocky brats to um…what the fuck are we now? Christ, i don’t know!
We’ve spent this past decade learning and growing and loving and laughing and crying. There’s been fear and indignation and comfort and bliss. We’ve nursed each other back to health and celebrated our achievements together.
I don’t know where we are going. I know where I want us to end up, but I don’t know any of the specifics. What I do know is that I could not get to where I am without you these past ten years. I know that my successes, my confidence, my attitude would not even exist if you had not been there every day.
Thank you. Thank you for your patience, your guidance, your love, your attention and most importantly, thank you for not taking my shit. You kicked my ass when I needed it and I love you for that.
Ten more years? Why not! I’m up for it.