Today would have been my sixth wedding anniversary.
Those of you who have been following along know the implications of that sentence. Or, rather, you probably think you know.
I barely understand the implications of that sentence.
On the drive home last night, I realized that where will come a time (approximately two years from today) where I will have been widowed for as long as I was married.
And the year after that I’ll have been widowed longer.
Weird. Right? It’s not just me?
It’s weird.
Anyway, here’s the thing. I’d almost forgotten it was coming. And then I saw the date on my phone last night and it clicked. Wedding anniversary.
I prepared myself to be all sad, or emotional, or something.
And instead, I keep thinking about earlier yesterday evening. It was the moment I realized I’d won at life. It was like a Sally Field moment:
He gets me. He really gets me. It’s when I got the text message from my partner that said probably one of the most heartwarming and loving statements I’ve heard in a long time:
“I trust you more than I trust the SMS timestamp on my phone.”
That’s what he said. The context doesn’t matter, though it’s adorable then there for you to see. He trusts me.
DOES ANYBODY ELSE GET THOSE SUPER AWESOME SHIVERS READING THAT?
Just me?
To be trusted like that means the world to me. Last night I went to sleep truly feeling like I’d won at life.
Which is a really strange way to end a blog post that started as an acknowledgment of something so bittersweet.
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