Has it Really?
It’s Valentine’s. Obvee. So the sentimentality is in the air, right? It’s low-key for us, because when love is a verb instead of a Hallmark Occasion ™, one more day is no big deal. Except for that this morning, Jason was counting as he made his coffee. Thought a moment. And then said, “you know, we’re coming up on eight years.” And then he grinned.
I really don’t think any effusion of roses or chocolate or diamonds or anything in the world could ever be quite so rewarding. We did it. Nearly eight years, and the bloom is still decidedly on the rose, where it belongs.
This is huge for us. Both Jason and I had a string of what we refer to as “Training-Wheels” relationships prior to this one. We both behaved like idiots, we both learned a lot, and we’ve used every single bit of what we learned to create what we have now; something rewarding, fulfilling, something we both wake up happy to still be doing.
Happy Valentine’s, Love. It’s been an amazing ride. I wonder what the next eight will look like?