One year

I already know, sitting down to the keyboard, that there won't be words enough. She found enough words, and the right ones, but no matter how much my writer-brain shuffles things around they won't click into place, at least not in any way that'll be big enough. All I can come up with are the facts: that a year ago today, just after midnight and with a dozen friends in attendance and her boy Chaos presiding, figmentj and I made a vow to each other with mind, heart, body, and soul, promising among other things to love each other "intentionally and actively, even when doing so is the harder path." Since then we have moved away from our familiar home, moved again, struggled, faced a painful and difficult time that came closer to tearing us apart than I think many people realize, and somehow came out the other side of all of that closer and more in love than we've ever been—closer, I dare say, than we were when we made that promise, and danced to Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova in the living room in the middle of the night, and wondered both to ourselves and out loud what the future would hold. And even as I sit here with the knowledge of even bigger changes and more daunting challenges, all I can think is, "Bring it on. We're ready. We're always ready. This thing, this Us, will not break."

Happy anniversary, figmentj, my love. One year in, many more to go, you and me against the world. Time to attack.