One Year *

It was a year ago that Thomas and I met thanks to Craig and his list and my search for a vacuum cleaner. Instead of a vacuum cleaner I found my soul-mate. Some emails followed with some beer and it was all down hill from there. What I thought would be a few dates along with some fantastic romps in the sheets turned into a beautiful relationship. A partnership with mutual respect and more chemistry between two people than I thought was possible to occur without the world exploding into a million pieces.

Our relationship evolved so quickly that at times I wondered if it was a dream. One step, then another, and then another but it all felt so right.

"Wanna get together for a drink?"
"Sure!"

"I love you."
"I love you too."

"I emptied the bottom two drawers and made some room in the closet."
"I'll be home tonight."

"Will you marry me?"
"Yes!"

Where we were a year ago is nothing like where we are now. Both of us putting everything out there, either to be rejected like in the past or accepted like we wanted. We clicked. It all came together like a puzzle. Piece by piece we magically fit. We've floated through this past year on a cloud. Step by step we continue to move. Each step coming naturally and not because it's just something we think we have to do. In a year's time we've achieved more than some do in a lifetime. We found the one who fulfills us. The one who inspires us to do better, to be greater, to go farther than we thought was possible.


T-

Thank you for being who you are. You are an amazing man and my best friend. The keeper and co-producer of my secrets. The one who picks me up and brushes me off when the world kicks me down like the bully on the playground. The one who makes me feel like the queen that you tell me I am.

When I think of you I smile. When I look at you I turn into a puddle of lovey gooey mush. When I kiss you I still get butterflies in my stomach. When I walk into a room I am proud to have you at my side. Our future is bright, our love is unbreakable, and I look forward to spending the rest of my life telling you just how truly wonderful I think you are.

Happy One Year, Baby. I love you.

-M





* Tomorrow, the 11th, is technically our anniversary but I'm posting this today cause it's my blog and I can do what I want.

An Open Letter

Dear baby sister,

This weekend you will turn 18 years-old. I can't believe it. I just really can't.

I remember the day you were born, when I held you and cried because I was just so happy you were here. I remember the nights when you would cry, not for our mother, for me. "SISSSSSSSSY!!!", you'd scream at the top of your lungs while sitting in your crib - knowing that I would come and rescue you because I was such a sucker. You would curl up next to me in my bed and fall right to sleep. Your hair damp from sweat and your cheeks flushed from crying. I was always able to calm you down.

You have been through so much these last few years but you take it all in stride. You've learned how not to live and how to laugh at yourself. I wish I could've been there more. To protect you, to shield you from some of the bad stuff, but I couldn't and I still can't. You've shown me how strong you are by your actions and your words. I am simply amazed sometimes.

This weekend you will officially become an adult. A woman. Grown. I have never been more proud of you than I am right now. You're making big decisions that will affect you the rest of your life, but never arrogant enough to do them without asking me my opinion. While I may not agree with every decision you've made or the decisions you will make in the future I will always be by your side to support you.

You are beautiful, innocent, funny, and witty. You are my pride and joy. No matter how grown you get you will always be that little toddler curled up next to me in my bed. Happy birthday, kiddo. I love you more than words can express.

- Sissy