I came home that night, as every night, ready to relax after a long day at work. There was something slightly cryptic in his voice on the phone, but I didn't really pick up on it. He had a surprise, but he often showered me with surprises, and it was almost Thanksgiving and I was sure he'd gone back and picked up that dog sweater I'd fallen in love with the weekend prior.
Our apartment then was tiny; we sacrificed space and luxury for location and we milked every moment of living a mere five blocks from the mighty pacific. I walked in and all was dark except for the glow of candles everywhere. A closer look revealed flowers - again, everywhere. Soft music was playing in the background (the song that we would eventually dance our first dance to at our wedding a year later) and all was very quiet and still.
Confused, I called out for him and just as my eyes adjusted fully to the surroundings, he appeared from around the corner and went immediately to his knee, our pup bouncing excitedly all around him.
Life really changes in the small moments.
When I laugh, he does too. When I rage, he soothes. When I cry, he comforts. When I'm lost, he finds the way. When things are hard, he makes them easier. When things are good - and oh, they are mostly so, so good - he takes celebration to a whole new level.
Every day - every moment - is infinitely sweeter for his presence. Color me lucky, loved, grateful.
Wow - three years and counting. What a joy it has been. What a joy it continues to be.
*Happy Anniversary Hubby - everything I am is in love with you.
**I'm a few days behind on this post, but better late than never, right?!
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