It is the eve of Lucky Number Seven. It seems like it wasn’t that long ago that I was trying to figure out exactly how a person can be so certain that another person is “right.”
And yet today, seven years after we were married, I sat across a table from MQD and laughed. And I looked at him and I thought simply, “We’re gonna make it.”
We went to lunch today. We had a cocktail at the bar where we tend to end up. I wore my wedding dress because I like to get it out every year for our anniversary date. We did the things that we always do. Because we have at long last been together long enough to have things that we always do.
Good grief, I love this man. After seven years, that’s all I’ve got. I just do. No need to elaborate on it, really. Because he knows. And I have never felt so sure of anything.
It feels good to do the things you always do. I’ve got big plans to keep on loving this man. And maybe, just maybe I will write again soon. It was a thing I always did once.