Happy Anniversary Baby, I got you on my mind

B. and I met two years ago today. When I think about all that has transpired in the last two years, I’m amazed. We have gone through a lot together—and also a lot on our own.

Our relationship has changed over time. I remember once that he described our relationship as combustible. Although this may still be true at times, our love is softer now.

In the spirit of our anniversary, I made a list of some of the things that I appreciate about him. I was surprised that at the top of the list there were several small things that stood out strongly in my mind—how he comes to kiss me when I come home at night, that he sometimes puts his hand on my leg when we are driving, how peaceful it feels to fall asleep next to him. These are the things that are precious to me.

As we are together longer—and as we both get older—we find joy in different activities. When we first met, I think we went out a lot more. Now, a perfect date is having a meal at home and then reading together or playing Scrabble. I’m noticing that instead of gifts and big celebrations, it’s the little everyday things that sustain and nurture our relationship. It’s making a cup of tea, finding a water bottle for the other person to take to work, or finding a way to show your love without ever needing to say the words.

Being a writer though, I have always been touched by words. One day, I was browsing through Fireworks and I came across this poem. It captures how I feel...

I read once that the
ancient Egyptians had
fifty words for sand
and the Eskimos had a
hundred words for
snow.

I wish I had
a thousand words
for love.

But all that comes
to mind is the way
you move against me
while you sleep.

And there are no words for that.