Sunday, November 27, 2005
One Year Anniversary
Inspired by Jordan Hart Good Lewin:
I stare at my computer screen and I am not quite sure how I am supposed to sum up how I feel, a year later, about the greatest man that has ever entered my life.
I could tell you about how he has changed me. I eat healthier, I have a worm compost out on my deck, I dream of creating a greenpages.ca for environmentally conscious consumers, I am able to be quiet for longer periods of time, I have a new found warmth for Americans, I now know what NPR stands for, I have quinoa in my cupboards, I secretly spend time now in Babies R Us, I can use an <a> tag properly and I know that there is nothing comic about Comic Sans.
I could tell you about how much we have in common. Just like me, he pays his bills every month, on time, no questions asked. He notices when the house is messy and helps to clean it up. Just like me, he will take time to sit and meditate when life gets hectic. He consciously accepts responsibility for what is turning up in his life and, just like me, when he is in the mood to talk, expresses himself beautifully. Just like me, he is an overachiever who got high grades and never broke too many rules. Just like me, he loves to read and write and make music and watch The OC. Just like me, he likes to always be warm.
I could tell you about how I feel when I am around him. How, even after a year, I still catch my breath when he gets all buck naked and turns toward the closet to find clothes to wear. How I have found myself crying from such simple moments as staring at his navy hoodie. How, even after a year, my heart leaps when his iChat talks to him and I am transplanted back to his futon at Heather Island and all those sleepless nights. How the thought of coming home and finding him gone would empty me completely. How, after all this time, I can't remember when I didn't love him and know there will never be a time when I will cease loving him with my entire being.
I could tell you what makes him a fantastic partner. I could tell you how he is one of those rare men who is able to talk about his intimate feelings, fears, dreams. Or how he can read my energy from a mile away and always knows exactly how to gently draw me back from the dark places I can go. I could tell you that he is a tender, perfect lover - shy and sweet, strong and real. I could tell you how he has supported me through months of unemployment, from helping with groceries to always believing that I was magnificent. Sheesh, I could show you my website, probably worth over $5000 that he built with me, for me, just to fulfill a birthday wish. I could describe the way he snuggles in as tight as he can every single night that we get into our bed and grins up at me with this content, puppydog grin. I could tell you that what makes him a fantastic partner is that he always tells me he loves me. Always. Always.
I could tell you what a good person he is. How he listens to people and never talks over them, how he cares deeply that nobody in a situation get hurt, how affectionate he is with his mom and dad and brother. I could tell you how sad he gets when he talks about what us humans are doing to our planet earth. Or how he has been voluntarily teaching me everything he knows about Design. I could tell you about the project he just completed for his Spiritual Center - pro bono - and how he just doesn't have it in him to quit something if he has given his word. I could tell you about how honest he is, above all else, and how much he lives from a place of integrity. I could tell you about how he saves each paper napkin that doesn't get used and rides a bike in the rainiest city in Canada because he wants to lead by example.
I could try with words to sum it up. I could try. But I would fail. My love for this man has an intensity so deep that it would light a hundred countries if it could be channelled. I adore him, I trust him, I choose him. I am humbled to call him my partner. I am in awe that we have a future to spend laughing and yelling and making love. We are beyond words. So I shall not try. Not this time. This time I will simply say that...
I am the luckiest.
I stare at my computer screen and I am not quite sure how I am supposed to sum up how I feel, a year later, about the greatest man that has ever entered my life.
I could tell you about how he has changed me. I eat healthier, I have a worm compost out on my deck, I dream of creating a greenpages.ca for environmentally conscious consumers, I am able to be quiet for longer periods of time, I have a new found warmth for Americans, I now know what NPR stands for, I have quinoa in my cupboards, I secretly spend time now in Babies R Us, I can use an <a> tag properly and I know that there is nothing comic about Comic Sans.
I could tell you about how much we have in common. Just like me, he pays his bills every month, on time, no questions asked. He notices when the house is messy and helps to clean it up. Just like me, he will take time to sit and meditate when life gets hectic. He consciously accepts responsibility for what is turning up in his life and, just like me, when he is in the mood to talk, expresses himself beautifully. Just like me, he is an overachiever who got high grades and never broke too many rules. Just like me, he loves to read and write and make music and watch The OC. Just like me, he likes to always be warm.
I could tell you about how I feel when I am around him. How, even after a year, I still catch my breath when he gets all buck naked and turns toward the closet to find clothes to wear. How I have found myself crying from such simple moments as staring at his navy hoodie. How, even after a year, my heart leaps when his iChat talks to him and I am transplanted back to his futon at Heather Island and all those sleepless nights. How the thought of coming home and finding him gone would empty me completely. How, after all this time, I can't remember when I didn't love him and know there will never be a time when I will cease loving him with my entire being.
I could tell you what makes him a fantastic partner. I could tell you how he is one of those rare men who is able to talk about his intimate feelings, fears, dreams. Or how he can read my energy from a mile away and always knows exactly how to gently draw me back from the dark places I can go. I could tell you that he is a tender, perfect lover - shy and sweet, strong and real. I could tell you how he has supported me through months of unemployment, from helping with groceries to always believing that I was magnificent. Sheesh, I could show you my website, probably worth over $5000 that he built with me, for me, just to fulfill a birthday wish. I could describe the way he snuggles in as tight as he can every single night that we get into our bed and grins up at me with this content, puppydog grin. I could tell you that what makes him a fantastic partner is that he always tells me he loves me. Always. Always.
I could tell you what a good person he is. How he listens to people and never talks over them, how he cares deeply that nobody in a situation get hurt, how affectionate he is with his mom and dad and brother. I could tell you how sad he gets when he talks about what us humans are doing to our planet earth. Or how he has been voluntarily teaching me everything he knows about Design. I could tell you about the project he just completed for his Spiritual Center - pro bono - and how he just doesn't have it in him to quit something if he has given his word. I could tell you about how honest he is, above all else, and how much he lives from a place of integrity. I could tell you about how he saves each paper napkin that doesn't get used and rides a bike in the rainiest city in Canada because he wants to lead by example.
I could try with words to sum it up. I could try. But I would fail. My love for this man has an intensity so deep that it would light a hundred countries if it could be channelled. I adore him, I trust him, I choose him. I am humbled to call him my partner. I am in awe that we have a future to spend laughing and yelling and making love. We are beyond words. So I shall not try. Not this time. This time I will simply say that...
I am the luckiest.
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