Because My Beloved loves this picture of me and the SO BIG! story behind it, because he knows the silly stupid voice that must be used when you tell the SO BIG! story, because he used the SO BIG! voice today when he told me, “We’ve been married ….. SO LONG! Happy Anniversary, baby,” I post this for him.
SO BIG.
SO LONG.
We’ve been through some serious sh**, haven’t we, babe? But I wouldn’t go through it with anyone else in the world. I’m sitting here, looking at these crookedy piles of boxes and bags even as I write this and it’s all a big fat mess and it just doesn’t matter. For the last week, I’ve been dragging around, crying like a sloppy baby, “I wanna go home, I wanna go home.” But I am home, so I promise to shut up about that now. Home is wherever you are. A place with warped floorboards or one with too damn many stairs. I know that for real now.
And, you know what? The stuff we’ve been through? Well, I think other people would have killed each other by now. If you must kill me at some point, I will understand.
But I love you, MB.
SO BIG.
SO LONG.
(Even with “six more weeks winter” — do the voice. Hahahaha.)