Jun 11, 2013 04:58
Countdowns dominated my life 2 years ago.
I used a particular countdown app on my phone, and painfully watched the days tick away until April 10th, when two months of texts, emails and phone calls culminated in our "first meeting".
Then there was a countdown until May 13th, when I returned to Florida to be with her again. Then there was the countdown until June 7th, when I flew my children here to meet her and her son for the first time (a "trial run" as we called it, to ensure we could actually manage this blended family)
Then a countdown to August 17th, the day my kids and I left the state of Missouri in the rearview mirror and drove 23 hours to our new home in Florida.
Since then, I have had no need for countdowns, because I have spent every day and every night in the arms of my soul mate, the woman who stole my heart, the beautiful happily ever after that inspired so many long, seemingly endless days of counting down.
But today, I initiate one more countdown.
The countdown to the day when I change her name to match mine.
91 days, and counting...
monica,
reflection,
my love