...we didn't work;
I didn't cook today, and
G didn't wash the dishes.We slept late, and G brought me
coffee in bed.
We went out for Mexican breakfast, and had chorizo and eggs and rice and beans and
guacamole and tortillas.
We went walking in the Conservatory Gardens,
and drenched ourselves in Spring.
G bought me an ice-cream.
Back at home, we curled up together
for a lazy mid-afternoon nap and fell asleep in each others' arms.
Before I met G, I had never fallen asleep in
someone's arms,
except perhaps when I was a baby. I always seemed to need to turn away from someone else; I needed space to fall asleep.
But now, in his arms, I sleep like a baby again.
I took a long lazy bath, and we went out for a simple but very good dinner. Just us. Today was just for us,
no others included.
We came home, and watched movies, and made popcorn.
We didn't do anything splurgy or costly. We didn't buy any gifts.
But we had a day that felt completely and utterly luxurious.
We paid attention to each other; we made a
conscious effort not to let the pressures and difficulties and stresses of other days distract us from each other today.
And we kissed a lot, and smiled a lot, and touched a lot. We thought about this past year, which has brought us both painful challenges and deep grief, the things that happen outside our private duality, outside the current of
happiness we have in each other. And still,
it's been the best year of our lives.
We thought about the six years before this past year,
and remembered and
joked and teased and tickled.
On this day, one year ago, we were married.
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