i came out of the bedroom, wrapped up in my bathrobe and trying to shake the excess water from my hair. BoyCat was in the kitchen, making coffee. when he saw me, he opened his arms outward, inviting a hug, and said "haaaaaaapy anniversary!" i gave him a squeeze around the waist, leaned on his shoulder and said, "awww, happy anniversary." he sighed deeply, and said:
"50 years together."
and i had to laugh, because while it's really only been four, it can often feel like 50 - in ways both good and, um, not as good. but even with the push and pull of 1,460 days together, i still love him desperately, and on every one of those days, i've thanked the stars (or the baby jesus, or allah, or the tooth fairy, or whomever wants to take credit really) that we found each other.
steady as she goes, and more good days to come, i'm certain. love you, BoyCat.