3 years

Asher and I celebrated our 3-year anniversary this weekend. It’s actually next weekend, but we do what we want, and we wanted to celebrate it in DC this time around.

We never do anything special for anything. A celebration for us calls for chowing down takeout burritos while sitting on the couch with my legs carelessly crossed over his. We might hold hands for a few minutes, and maybe a few quick kisses between bites, but that’s about as good as it gets for us folks.

This year, this year was different. We wandered over to DC and walked until our little toes wanted to fall off. We explored, and then explored some more, and just when we thought we were done, we found another monument or memorial that was super close, and while we’re here we might as well…

But my favorite part was when Asher and I were soaking our feet in the bathtub together, a soothing retreat for our tired feet. Little moments like this remind me of how good I have it, and I’m grateful for every single second I’m with this man. I love him something furious. I just do.

The thing about Asher is that he’s secretly the funny one. He’s quick with his responses to my snarky comments, and his responses are always the right amount of silliness said in the most monotone way possible. He doesn’t hold back, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

With him, I laugh more.

With him, I trust easier.

With him, I love harder.

I don’t know what will happen to us in the future; I know better than to try to force my fortune. What I do know is that right now, right this second, he’s better than anything I could ever hope for. Three years may seem long, but it’s flown by with him by my side, and I want this to be it for us, not yet, but yes.

Ten years from now, I see us in a different, bigger home in the city, surrounded by our too many books and the weird knick-knacks I love collecting from here and there. I see us adding a dog to our little family, an addition we’ve been aching for, and possibly a chubby baby, napping quietly while our beloved cat watches over him or her very carefully, tail flicking every few minutes.

But for now, I find joy in being just us, speaking our own language and making up our own rules in our own home.