Ahhh, the end of another year. It’s always a time for reflection and thinking. This past year, with our 20th anniversary and the thought that this year, I will have been with Matt for half my life, I’ve been thinking about forever and what it means…

You start out with no concept of “forever” right? You’re 23 years old, you meet this super hot guy and you start dating him and you realize you’re crazy about him and you think you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and then you’re 25 and you’re walking down the aisle and then you’re on your honeymoon and then you’re back home trying to make sense of real life together…. The idea of forever is there, but you really have no idea what the hell it means. I mean, it seems like a good idea. You can’t imagine what else you’d do. And slowly, the years go by. You go through some shit. You figure it out. You keep on keeping on. Then one day, you realize you’ve been with that same hot guy for more than 20 years of your life, which is damned near half of it. And you realize that there’s really no one else you want to go home to, and you’re actually still excited to tell him about that awesome thing that happened to you today. Or that you just want to tell him about the super shitty thing that happened to you. There’s no one else you really care about that much. And you realize that’s what forever means. And you understand what it takes to get there. And you’re 100% invested in making that happen. 

A friend of mine asked me not that long ago if I could imagine spending the rest of my life with Matt. And I said, “well, it’s been almost half my life I’ve been with him. I can’t imagine NOT at this point.”  THAT is forever. 

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