Thirteen years ago today, Mr. Gibson and I became an item. Ten years ago today, we became husband and wife.
I’ve learned a great deal from this long stint. For starters, aside from writing, being obnoxious and just plain existing, I’ve never done any one thing for this long. And who knew (maybe you did?), but sticking to something day in and day out, choosing something over and over again, makes an incredible difference in your life. In your soul. (Granted, it’s markedly easier to stick to something that’s brilliant, hilarious and super hot. I mean, just for the record.)
Happy anniversary, Mr. Gibson. Thank you for your love, your patience and your willingness to wake up next to me every morning.
Happy Anniversary
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Sniffle.
We turned ten this summer, too. It’s a daaaaaaaamn good feeling.
Aww! Happy Anniversary!!
This is so sweet! I hope to write something like it on Sept 14, 2018
Thank you, my friends!!
I’m making a note of it. I have no doubt in the truth of it.
Congratulations to both of you. You both chose well, it seems.
So looking forward to finally meeting you in the flesh.
Okay–I don’t know Mr. Gibson (does Luke count?), but I know he has great taste and some rocking genes.
Partnership is no joke: there’re clauses for sexy, grumpy, dishes and oh-shits; there’s poetry and goop, wine and scraping together leftovers, massages and broken hearts. Dive in, folks! LOVE is the world. Yahooo, for the Gibsons!
Thanks, Marianne — I can’t wait to meet you either!
There’s like 85 different bits of awesome in that comment, Ms. Valentine. Yahooo indeed! xo
Feliz aniversario!
Gracias, Clementina. xo