Last night, as we were falling asleep, Ruth wanted to hold hands like otters do when they're floating down a river.
And that's as good a metaphor as any for our relationship. We've been floating down the river together for 17 years now. We've held each other's hands through tranquil streams and rough rapids. There were times when we took the hold for granted and times when it felt like we were only hanging on by a single furry finger. The easy part was sharing what we loved. The hardest part was sharing what terrified us. Opening up about the latter felt like a surefire way to lose our grip. But, in the end, being open was the only way to come back to and appreciate the strength and warmth of our full grasp.
Happy anniversary, baby. I love you.
Thank you for holding my hand.
And that's as good a metaphor as any for our relationship. We've been floating down the river together for 17 years now. We've held each other's hands through tranquil streams and rough rapids. There were times when we took the hold for granted and times when it felt like we were only hanging on by a single furry finger. The easy part was sharing what we loved. The hardest part was sharing what terrified us. Opening up about the latter felt like a surefire way to lose our grip. But, in the end, being open was the only way to come back to and appreciate the strength and warmth of our full grasp.
Happy anniversary, baby. I love you.
Thank you for holding my hand.
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