They say that time flies when you’re having fun…
…and the last three hundred and sixty five days proved to be the quickest year of my life thus far.
This time last year, I married my best friend.
True to our casual selves, we celebrated with a quiet dinner at home (cooked on the grill! Hooray for spring!)…
..and a toast, complete with cheesy glasses! Mimosas, from a gift given to us by a dear friend on the day that we signed the papers.
(To set Bruce’s mind at ease, our initial toast was made with the champagne in the spotlight…and it was delicious. Though he’ll probably glare at me for referring to it as “champagne” and not “sparkling Chardonnay”, as he is an alcohol fancypants. We made mimosas (or, perhaps more accurately, Buck’s Fizz) with what was left. Sorry, Bruce. All the same, thank you for being in our lives).
We have spent the last two years (the most recent as man and wife) constantly in each other’s company…and we have thrived. We work together, we play together, and I can think of no better way to spend the rest of my life than side-by-side with my best friend.
We have a lot of ambition, even if we are often plagued by a frustrating lack of focus. I have no doubt that our ideas and dreams will take us through amazing times and places in our life together.
But if success is ultimately measured by the happiness that one finds daily, sharing life with my ideal companion…in the fact that I am able to wake beside you, to talk and laugh and dream with you, to hold your hand as we journey onward…to grow old with you…
…I could not ask for more. No matter where life takes us, or what is handed to us, you are the success of my life.
My love to you, husbandfellow. Now and always.