We are a worrisome society. We worry about contaminated food, freak snowstorms, identity theft, terrorism, how we look in those jeans, if our partners still love us, pedophiles, and everything else under the sun (including skin cancer).
It's undoubtedly a scary world out there, but in the midst of so much pain and suffering, we often forget to see the beauty. We spend so long planning ahead that we forget to witness the moment we are living right now. I focus a lot on how I will feel when I am ten, twenty pounds lighter. "I will be so happy then." When my knee is better, that's when things will fall into place. Then I won't have to worry so much about what I eat, when I eat it, if I've worked out enough today. That's when life will be easier. Simpler.
Today, T and I have been together for two years. It isn't 25 years, like my parents, or 50 years, like my grandparents, but it is a milestone. It's a moment for us to look back at the painful places we have come from and celebrate something good that we share. I can't know what the future will bring for us. But today, I choose to find joy in all the goodness in my life, and that includes my body right now.
Happy anniversary, my love. Here's to another year of madness (but maybe with fewer home renovations). I couldn't ask for a better partner in crime.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride;
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
But this, in which there is no I or you,
…so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.