Anniversary

Two years ago yesterday, I was at Albany International Airport, picking up a day-late arrival, trapped in Detroit overnight when she missed her connection. We hugged, kissed, found ourselves holding hands as naturally as you please, even though we'd only spent two minutes in each other's presence. We spent the early afternoon wandering around Saratoga Springs, stopping for lunch at the Parting Glass before heading to my friend Colleen's apartment, where we spend the rest of the day, and the night, and the following morning in each other's arms.

Two years later, we're still holding hands, and still wandering around Saratoga Springs, and still spending the night in each other's arms. I love you, rafaela.