POB (partner of blogger) and I have an anniversary of sorts — when I told her that I loved her and wanted to spend our lives together and she teared up and said “grow old with me, the best is yet to be”.  As an aside, I love the fact that POB is so literary.  Intelligence and a true liberal arts education are aphrodisiacs.

Soon, we will have to re-start the clock, after our wedding next year, because we will have a wedding anniversary.  Maybe we can grandfather these 10+ years, especially since our son will be almost 10 on our wedding date.  And I know our mothers, z”l, would not want his having to explain the 10+ years of L-I-S (living in sin).  Of course, for a large part of the population of this country, our wedding won’t solve the issue, but it is too exhausting to parse those views.

Back to POB.  We have been through so much together — deaths of our mothers, buying a home, having a family, developmental issues with our son, job losses, job changes, economic reversals — and some things have been harder than others for us to navigate.  In fact, sometimes it was nearly impossible to see a way through together.  Love abides; happiness on a day-to-day?  Not always.  But if the love is strong, you figure it out.

I love POB more today than ever before.  She becomes more beautiful each day, in her heart, in her body and in her smile.

Sometimes I imagine the last decade-plus as our skipping down a country road together, having not noticed the “Fallen Rock Zone” sign.  We have held hands as we dodged the boulders together, some more successfully than others.

Happy anniversary, POB.  I love you.

~ Blogger.