Five Years!

I said it the other night and it sounded silly, but it should be illegal. That “it” is Tim and I. The fact that Tim and I are so happy and experiencing so much together is a blessing. I love that man. Tim and I have so much fun together—from sitting around our flat, cuddled up in blankets watching Mean Girls, laughing our asses off at one of the better SNL-genre movies made, to exploring the emotions of visiting some place new, like Melrose Abbey—our favourite trip last fall—to the seedy Red Light District of Amsterdam. I love the way he spends hours making the perfect dinner for me—salads, sauces and the little extras, not to mention the great presentation—every night. I love how he has this mischievous little boy grin on his face every time he looks at me (when we’re alone) like he’s plotting to rip my clothes off have his way. I love that he loses his glasses five minutes after he takes them off. I love that I make him nervous when I am in the car and he is driving. I love how he gets excited about something he’s just learned or completed and can’t wait to tell me, no matter what I am doing. I love that fact that I’m comfortable enough with him to allow him to tear me away from the life I knew in Minnesota—family, friends, teaching—to Scotland, to live, learn and grow! He gives me more back rubs than I give him. He hates it when I scold him; I love that I have that affect on him. He hates that I rip the covers off him at night when I roll over—and yet he worries than I’m cold at night and grabs another quilt for me when I have none. He buys me little treats out of the blue and always gives me a random card with a cute love note when I least expect it. He humours me when I want to go have a pint—even if it is getting late; or when I want to have just one more, when I have already had enough. I appreciate that he wants to teach me about the places we go and the new things we experience when we go places he’s been before. I love that he knows me and my idiosyncrasies and lets me be who I am. I love how, even though we agree on so much, we argue about politics like we are perfect strangers, always challenging each other. I love how impatient he can be in a line or with a bad service experience and how I try to amuse him out of his annoyed state—I’m humbled when it only works half the time. I love that our nickname is the same for each other—‘boy boy’. I love his optimism. I love how likes to reflect on and chat about how we met. I love that we’ve been together for as long as we have. Lots of laughter, just a few tears, and a whole lotta loving companionship. Here’s to five years boy boy. Ryan