The years go by like a passing dream, and sometimes I need to pinch myself ever so slightly to realize how long I’ve been married. Is this what “growing old togheer” is truly like?
I’m lucky to have the partner I have.... and believe me, we’ve been through a lot together (I know what you’re thinking — they all say that).
Last year was particularly difficult, and as a result I uncharacteristically did not write about the experience. It was still a very special one, and certainly one worth documenting. We went to the Time Warner building at Columbus Circle and dined at a little speakeasy called “The Office” (right next to Aviary at the Mandarin Oriental). I was having a particularly frustrating time at work, not to mention the incredibly stressful housing situation we were both in. Waiting for our current place to be finished and living like roaming nomads in between multiple homes in the meantime.
All I could remember was giving my husband a card called “Home” — and I told him, no matter what, horn is where you are and when we are together. ❤️
This very much holds true, a year later at our ten-year anniversary — and to this date.