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It was exactly one year ago today that Kris arrived here to stay. She had been down for visits several times before, but today marks one full year of us sharing a household. (Full disclosure: I am much too dim to have realized that on my own, she mentioned it to me last night.)
Looking back, I remember all of the mixed emotions I had when she arrived. On the one hand, I was overwhelmingly happy that she was finally here to stay. I missed her like crazy, and after nearly a year of largely being apart it was thrilling to be finally starting our lives together. On the other hand, I was downright terrified. After nearly a decade of being a bachelor, I had grown accustomed to living alone. I wasn't sure I knew how to succesfully share space with another human being, no matter how much I loved them. I suspect the same was true for Kris, she had been on her own for her entire adult life. Toss in the fact that she had quite literally given up everything in order to be here with me, and there was more than a little pressure. Plenty to go around, in fact.
Not surprisingly, the first few months had more than a few difficulties as we worked through how our relationship would function. Just to make things more interesting, my mother wound up living with us for two full months until she could get into a place of her own. There were times when I really wasn't sure we would be able to make it work. Once my mom moved out things got substantially better.
Now I ain't sayin' that things are all sunshine and roses now; any relationship has its share of conflict, and ours is no different. But by and large, we seem to be getting better every day at how we function as a couple. On the whole life is very, very good and I am eternally grateful to have Kris here as my partner. I don't say it nearly enough, but I really do love her "more than infinity".
Looking back, I remember all of the mixed emotions I had when she arrived. On the one hand, I was overwhelmingly happy that she was finally here to stay. I missed her like crazy, and after nearly a year of largely being apart it was thrilling to be finally starting our lives together. On the other hand, I was downright terrified. After nearly a decade of being a bachelor, I had grown accustomed to living alone. I wasn't sure I knew how to succesfully share space with another human being, no matter how much I loved them. I suspect the same was true for Kris, she had been on her own for her entire adult life. Toss in the fact that she had quite literally given up everything in order to be here with me, and there was more than a little pressure. Plenty to go around, in fact.
Not surprisingly, the first few months had more than a few difficulties as we worked through how our relationship would function. Just to make things more interesting, my mother wound up living with us for two full months until she could get into a place of her own. There were times when I really wasn't sure we would be able to make it work. Once my mom moved out things got substantially better.
Now I ain't sayin' that things are all sunshine and roses now; any relationship has its share of conflict, and ours is no different. But by and large, we seem to be getting better every day at how we function as a couple. On the whole life is very, very good and I am eternally grateful to have Kris here as my partner. I don't say it nearly enough, but I really do love her "more than infinity".
