Today we celebrate nine years together. Well, technically tomorrow we celebrate them, but today is the official day. Today I had to work, and he has a show to play tonight. Oh, the life of a rock star. But tomorrow we do nothing but stare at each other until we’re ready to spend a day apart.
Really, we’re going to Asheville to wander around and visit some of our very favourite spots. And be all ooey-gooey in public and wish we had enough forethought to order our gift early enough to use. (Anniversaries mean community gifts here at the ole Petler Inn; and this year the gift was a brand new [14 megapixels with super-macro wide angle lens!!!!] point-and-shoot camera for us to carry with us everywhere and also so Kate doesn’t have to be thisclose to an aneurysm each time Ben touches her good Nikon.)
Nine years with a person is a really long time. And it’s even longer when you live in the second notch of The Bible Belt and are still unmarried and have the absolute gall to live together.
And yet it seems like barely anytime at all has passed. He’s still the most amazing person I’ve ever met. And I’m still just so happy I walked up to that bowl-cutted (it’s a word now, dammit) homeschooler shopping with his mother and bugged the ever-living crap out of him until he agreed that yes, I am the most wonderful and fascinating person on the planet.