I don’t want to get too sentimental here, but let’s just say I am incredibly happy B. and I took a chance and got together. There were enough reasons not to, like the scars from the incredibly bad five-year relationship I had been in before, or the sixteen-year age gap between us. But we decided to go slow, at our own pace, and it worked. One year in, B. still surprises me, and I think I still surprise him. It hasn’t been all good – no relationship is – but I think we’ve made each other increasingly happy this past year, and I hope the good always outweighs the bad.
So here’s to you, B., and to us, that we may enjoy many more years grocery shopping and cooking and watching tv and running and eating, especially eating, together.