I was reflecting, this morning, on the whole THING. You know, the thing that consumes a fair chunk of our lives and minds and time and money and emotional turmoil from the time we turn…oh about 11 years old. Be it love, lust, sex, a fling, a thing, a relationship, a good shoulder to cry on, a good belly to laugh with, a good heart to love with, or maybe even a *gasp!* commitment, one of the things we inevitably and eventually wonder is if there exists, and if we will stumble upon, Mr. or Ms. Right.
On the occasion of being married a little over 7 months:
I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.
And being able to think that thought with every fibre of my being tells me that I’ve found him.
that was very sweet!