I married my significant other of nine years yesterday! Honestly, it was about time. It was a simple ceremony performed by a Justice of the Peace, but I got to marry the man I love in front of all my friends and family, so it was simply perfect.
In honor of my nuptials, I want to share a poem I wrote about us a few years ago.
Units of Measurement
How do you measure a relationship?
We’ve lasted four.
I’d try to get it down to the second,
but I’m bad at math.
I think I’d rather measure ours
Like the first night we spent together
and stayed up until 3am talking
about…you know, I’ve forgotten,
but the sound of your voice
was a roll of thunder over my skin,
and, oh, how I wished your fingers had chased the sounds.
We were so silly
the day we decided to move in together
as a solution to our first real argument.
But I was frustrated–I missed you,
and you, you won’t admit it,
but you missed me too,
and even though it was stupid,
it worked out all right in the end.
I remember the night I came home
from visiting my parents
and you said my new hair color was beautiful
and we tumbled into bed together
and some months and days later
we named our son after your grandfather.
It’s weird, isn’t it,
that buying a house together was scarier
than those 16 hours of pain.
A lot can happen in four years.
I’m curious to see what the next
three years will bring–
maybe a daughter?
We did get our daughter, by the way. She has her father’s eyes. ♥