We have a beautiful card that sits on our mantelpiece. It's a reproduction of a Chinese painting. On a separate cover sheet is a single English word, and the Chinese symbol that represents the same concept; contentment.
Inside, BB wrote: "Your head. My chest. Our bed. 20 years."
That was 13 years ago. It has never left the mantelpiece.
Four homes, eight cats, one son, 10 or so jobs, seven or so used cars, 10 or so computers, various life-threatening ailments and five different hair colors between us.
One life together, where the worse is always made better, and the better is always turned into the best; where the ride is roller-coaster, the sorrow is bearable, the joy is sharable, the sex is probably none of your business, the laughs occasionally uncontrollable.
He is my lover, my best friend, and so much more.
Who cares if he doesn't make the bed the way I like to make the bed?
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