“Don’t stop come a little closer
As we jam the rhythm gets stronger
There’s nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long”
Two years ago, Andrew and I went out dancing at an 80′s club on a Sunday night. We went in as friends, with two other friends, but after a night of dancing, “Take My Breath Away,” and late night Thai food, we emerged as something more.
[Truthfully, we emerged confused and freaked out and in serious need of a talk... but we had that talk, and the rest is history]
2 years.
2 years.
For many people 2 years is a tiny fraction of time to be spent in a relationship.
For others, 2 years is a huge far off milestone.
For me, 2 years marks the best 2 years of my life.
Amidst the questions and insecurities found in all relationships, I’ve learned to love, and to love deeply.
If you read back through my oldest blog entries (but… please don’t, I was an idiot), I wondered if love was something I would ever allow myself to experience. Though there were many emotional barriers to break through, being in love has been a sweet and wonderful experience.
What happens next? It’s hard to say… neither of us know quite yet. I’m changing to a different, higher-stakes teaching position. He’s moving to Wisconsin for Law School, a reality that is still setting in. We both have wishes for our relationship and a Summer to try to figure it out in, but it’ll take a whole lot more than a wish for it to work out.
Hope. Enduring love. Commitment. …& a whole lot more.
I love you Andrew, and I hope with all my heart that next year we’ll be celebrating our 3rd year anniversary. I’m so appreciative for all that we’ve shared and experienced these past two years. I’ve learned so much, felt so much, laughed so much, loved so much, and it has been wonderful.
This Saturday, we celebrate!
