5 years and counting

As everyone who is familiar with me knows, I am not the ‘lovely-dovey’ kind. Don’t get me wrong, I tell the people who matter to me how much I need and want them in my life. I’m not afraid to show my emotions and let others know how I’m feeling. But I’m not the overly gushy kind of person. I don’t typically write love letters or love songs. I don’t particularly like most chick flicks. Anything that is overly mushy I find kind of fake. However, I have to admit, there are times that Steve makes me so happy I want to sing it from the rooftops like in a musical.

Last Monday was our 5 year anniversary. Five whole years! It’s funny because in the past, I have always run away when it hit two years. And I did have a freak out at two years with Steve. Not because of him. It was my own insecurities. So now, here we are, together after five years, and it’s still amazing. He has seen me through the death of my childhood pet, my parents’ divorce, the long and arduous months of preparation for the professional engineering exam, and much much more. As I sit and ponder these past five years and wonder where I would have been had I not started dating Steve, I realize I don’t to think about it. I am happy where I am today and even though the past five years have not been perfect, I would not change a thing. In fact, I look forward to the next five years with anticipation and hope. I find that I am finally living up to one of my favorite French quotes, “J’aime at j’espere” which means, “I love and I hope.”