Ray prepared a fantastic dinner this evening.  Seared tuna fillets with mashed garlic sweet potatoes and a medley of sautéed carrots, yellow peppers and onions topped off with bread dipped in olive oil & balsamic vinegar. After setting the table, I put on Pat Metheny’s “One Quiet Night” and poured some more wine.

As we ate dinner, I, for some reason, started reminiscing about how miserable I was being single throughout my twenties. I remembered yearning for someone who was real. Someone who would take care of me simply by being present. Someone handsome, confident and smart who would love me unconditionally. Someone I could love back…  I was drifting away on these thoughts when my gaze fixed on the man sitting in front of me. There he was. Someone.

Ray and I hit the sixteen year mark last Saturday.  I am more in love with him now than I ever was.  After all these years there is one thing that he and I have that no person in the world can deny — we’re married!  Sure the whole legal benefits are missing from the package but for all intents and purposes Ray and I are married and no one can stop it.

We are so married.

I love my man and mark my words, there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t look up in the sky and whisper, “thank you” not only for Ray but for my health, my life…my everything. In the spirit of thanks, I’d like to take a moment to broadcast this message to the universe:

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!

The last year was really difficult for me.  I would have gone crazy if it weren’t for my Ray.

Sixteen years…shit!

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