People say that you never know what you have until you lose it. This is meant to demonstrate that most people take much of what they have for granted.
Just to be clear, I haven't lost anything and I know exactly what I have.
I have silly, secret words that make me giggle and a photo of a man in a snorkel, offering me coffee. I have warm, strong arms around me at night and, when they are away, I have ridiculous conversations about nothing and everything, that shrink the miles and hurry the clock.
I have a cheerleader. He is someone who dresses up as my favourite character for his Hallowe'en costume. He gives simple gifts that make me cry; wind chimes shaped like the cone from a Douglas Fir, which music makes me think of home. I have, so far, 11 years of adventure with my best friend, enough to fill pages and pages of this blog, and certainly my days, with smiles and laughter.
He is my guiding star, the unwavering point by which I navigate. I am grateful for every moment we have together, even that time he convinced me to climb a mountain "just for fun".
For Glenn, who certainly knows how to keep things interesting.
