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Jan. 8th, 2004 10:33 pmToday is the 10 month anniversary of my having met the woman who has become my world. *sniffle-sigh*
I left work today, went to the bank, and then stopped at the florist down Schoenherr for a rose for my dear one. On the way back, I stopped to get some ginger snaps to go with it (I was going to get chocolate but seeing them reminded me of her weakness for them) and some taper candles to put in our unfilled candle holders.
I got home again about five, put the rose in some water, got the candles ready to light, and played Starcraft 'till about six. At six, I lit the candles, nestled the rose on the couch, and began my vigil out the window to see Andrea when she got home. Soon enough, there was my raccoon, all bundled up in the winter cold, walking up to the door. I ran downstairs to meet her and take her things, escorted her upstairs, and saw her inside. As she put her things down, I presented her with her flower... I think I made her happy. *smiles*
She showed me a few things she picked up for me at the thrift store (like a plushie Opus the penguin with antlers; a penguilope?) and then we went out so she could treat me to a chinese buffet that I hadn't been introduced to yet.
Finally, we went home and spent an hour or so looking back through some of our Livejournal writings from around when we met up through the present. I cried multiple, multiple times as I relived the magic that came so incredibly powerfully and so completely unexpectedly into my life in the person of the amazing, beautiful, wonderful, magical woman who is (oh dear) coughing her lungs out in the chair over on the other side of the room. The incredible wonder of having someone in my life. The terrible, deep ache of being so far away from her. The manic rush of our times together. The memory of my tears everytime one of us had to go and her tender comforting. The wonder of being introduced to sex in a pure, magical way by a sweet, magical woman. Our quiet times together, staying up on the phone 'till 5, or walking the shore of Lake Michigan in the early morning, our only company the fishermen and the magic of our public solitude in the quiet of the morning. The ache in our hearts as we both wished that we could finally be together. The ache that came from not being able to ask a certain, meaningful question. (soon now, not so far off...) The thrill of my plans to move mixed with the sadness of leaving my family and all I've grown up with. The joy of sharing my life with my beloved, of living together with the woman who has completed me, made me whole.
*sigh* It was indescribable, and it was a wonderful way to spend our anniversary.
I love you, my raccoon. I love you so deeply that I will never know the bottom of it. I am, and ever will be, yours...
I left work today, went to the bank, and then stopped at the florist down Schoenherr for a rose for my dear one. On the way back, I stopped to get some ginger snaps to go with it (I was going to get chocolate but seeing them reminded me of her weakness for them) and some taper candles to put in our unfilled candle holders.
I got home again about five, put the rose in some water, got the candles ready to light, and played Starcraft 'till about six. At six, I lit the candles, nestled the rose on the couch, and began my vigil out the window to see Andrea when she got home. Soon enough, there was my raccoon, all bundled up in the winter cold, walking up to the door. I ran downstairs to meet her and take her things, escorted her upstairs, and saw her inside. As she put her things down, I presented her with her flower... I think I made her happy. *smiles*
She showed me a few things she picked up for me at the thrift store (like a plushie Opus the penguin with antlers; a penguilope?) and then we went out so she could treat me to a chinese buffet that I hadn't been introduced to yet.
Finally, we went home and spent an hour or so looking back through some of our Livejournal writings from around when we met up through the present. I cried multiple, multiple times as I relived the magic that came so incredibly powerfully and so completely unexpectedly into my life in the person of the amazing, beautiful, wonderful, magical woman who is (oh dear) coughing her lungs out in the chair over on the other side of the room. The incredible wonder of having someone in my life. The terrible, deep ache of being so far away from her. The manic rush of our times together. The memory of my tears everytime one of us had to go and her tender comforting. The wonder of being introduced to sex in a pure, magical way by a sweet, magical woman. Our quiet times together, staying up on the phone 'till 5, or walking the shore of Lake Michigan in the early morning, our only company the fishermen and the magic of our public solitude in the quiet of the morning. The ache in our hearts as we both wished that we could finally be together. The ache that came from not being able to ask a certain, meaningful question. (soon now, not so far off...) The thrill of my plans to move mixed with the sadness of leaving my family and all I've grown up with. The joy of sharing my life with my beloved, of living together with the woman who has completed me, made me whole.
*sigh* It was indescribable, and it was a wonderful way to spend our anniversary.
I love you, my raccoon. I love you so deeply that I will never know the bottom of it. I am, and ever will be, yours...
