Last night I arrived home from dinner with a few friends and was greeted by a ball of white fur relentless licking my toes. Polo grabbed his leash and began running in circles, letting me know it was definitely time for his walk.
JD and I strolled hand-in-hand and spoke about our day as Polo led the way down the darkened path. Work, editing, what I ordered for dinner. Okay, so what were you doing this night exactly two years ago, I asked JD. I knew the answer, but in lieu of our wedding anniversary, I wanted to hear the story again. I’m like that.
This time two years ago, we were on the beach in Oahu, Hawaii for our destination wedding. Without a shadow of doubt, it was the happiest time of my life. JD and I were surrounded only by the closest family and friends, and promised our unwavering love and devotion to each other.
So much has changed in two years, yet nothing has. Life on the margin is entirely different, but life at the core is undoubtedly the same. I’m still insanely in love with my husband and—even though I doubted its feasibility—I love JD more than I did when I married him. Love spills from my heart and into my soul for him.
JD has morphed into my every being and I now see his reflection in my fingerprints. I feel his spirit when I speak. I hear his voice when I dream.
As we crawled into bed last night, JD said that while he’s proud to make it to our two-year anniversary, he’ll be extra happy when we make it to our 25th anniversary. I turned to him and said, Are you crazy?! I want to make it to our 250th anniversary!
JD…I mean it. I want to be 250-years-old with you. I want to grow old with you. I want you to comb my grey hair and hold me like it was our first night together all over again. I love you.