Monday, March 26, 2007
Every once in a while, something comes out of nowhere and changes your life. It could be a job offer, a dog with great big eyes looking at you from a cage on a Sunday morning, a new friend. For me, it was Thomas, who came when I wasn't looking for him, and who has taught me every day that love has a million faces and a million moods and that I don't need to be any one thing for him to love me.
Two years ago on this date, I married the best man that I have ever known. A man with so much drive and motivation, so much interest in the world--he brings success to everything he touches. Thomas's passions are so varied and so intense and it makes everything interesting. From Jazz to Forteana, he's taught me so many things, and while some of those things became passions for me and some didn't, it's always a fun ride. Thomas has the greatest sense of humor--and he gets my totally weird one. One of the best things I can say for us as a couple is that we have always laughed well together.
This anniversary is important to me because my first marriage didn't make it this far. We split up 2 weeks before making it to the 2 year mark. By that point, daily living was difficult and a future was impossible to imagine. My greatest fear in marrying again was that I would find it just as hard, that there was something in the institution that squashed and mutilated love into a tool that quickly wore out its usefulness. Yet, as Thomas and I have approached this anniversary, I've felt somehow easier with myself and him and our life than ever before. Yesterday morning I woke up early and paced the house in the morning sunshine thinking in total pleasure and amazement, this is my couch. This is my rug. This is my dog and my wafflemaker and that is my handbag. This is my life here in this house with this man and there is nothing I ever hoped for that was better than this.
Happy Anniversary, Thomas.