To the one who has been my anchor and my sail,
As I sit down to write this, I'm reminded of the unusual path that led me to you. You are 80 miles from me right now, and I look to my right where it's your side of the bed.
The pillows are so relaxed without your sleepyhead on them.
Our relationship's beginnings were rough, marred by other people's misunderstandings and the shadows of past relationships that struggled to find their place in our new reality.
They will never understand. And some of them refuse to understand the love we share.
But even in our own little world, we fight tiny battles.
We were like two pieces from different puzzles. We have polarizing values and beliefs that seem to place us worlds apart.
Many things we used to hate about each other we were in the verge of calling it quits.
Yet, as time gently unfolded, we discovered a shared rhythm to our madness, a common ground built on our love for the simple joys of life.
Most especially when we got the motorcycle, our lives have been about the little adventures.
We had adventures together, reveling in the thrill of discovery... Whether foraging for shellfishes at low tide, prepping our seaweed salad on the rocks at Palm Beach or riding through town, lost in our own world.
Our shared meals, laughter, and dreams have become the thread that binds us as a family. You, me and Harry.
In the privacy of our relationship, away from prying eyes, we've built a sanctuary. It's a place where we can be unapologetically ourselves, where every joy and every challenge is faced hand in hand.
You don't like all of me, in the same way I don't like all of you. It would be a lie to say I admire 100% of you
But I do accept and nurture every part of you, in the same way you do to me. And it's not because I had to give back.
It's just so easy and effortless to love someone I am so comfortable growing old with...
Who gives me gentle kisses in the morning after a heated debate last night...
And we will probably grow old this way. Our disagreements in politics, upbringing or religion may stay. But I'd love to keep our individuality that way.
I want to thank you, not just for loving me, but for embracing my son as your own. The bond you share with him gave a crazy balance to my kind of parenting. He loves you too.
Thank you for being the calm in my storm, for taking care of me even when I struggle to take care of myself, and for being my best friend through every twist and turn. I love your honesty and I pray we can both outgrow the small things we sweat about.
Despite our differences, you chose me, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Our journey together is a testament to the power of love, a reminder that even the most unlikely paths can lead to the most beautiful destinations.
We are 2 very different souls. An athletic person in a relationship with... I don't even know what to call myself... A stage 2 hypertensive??
Your energetic mornings to my night owl life. A math teacher and a math hater. A jogger to a potato couch.
Yet we still made a connection.
So here's to us, to the adventures that await, and to a love that continues to grow, boundless and free.
With all my love,
Jan
PS: I wrote this as a 
