Posted in Dear Mom

13 March 2020: It’s been 6 months with him.

I'm not typically one of those people who flamboyantly celebrates "mini-versaries" of things... especially relationships. I'm not the "Happy 8 weeks and 3 days of being a facebook couple!" type [and I'm still not]. But this is my exception. 

[This might not be coming out so well because I'm also fighting a migraine at the moment and words are a bit jumbly in my head]

6 months ago--ironically (or algorithmically) also on a Friday the 13th while we were watching a horror film, Nathan 'asked' me to be his girlfriend... again... 20-some years after he didn't even ask the first time, just assumed I was (but I definitely was)... he didn't even technically ask this time either... just kind of put that we were "in a relationship"...so I guess we've been dating this whole time after all. 😛 

Long distance isn't inherently easy. But we make it work. 6 months into all of this and he's been with me through more than some couples are faced with even years into their relationship.

I'm writing this from the inside of a hospital room on quite arguably the most isolated floor in the entire hospital (air-lock entrance/exit, scrubbing in, mandatory mask/glove wearing, no eating/drinking, etc) and he has been with me through the whole transplant process. 

From the unnerving initial wait to find out if I was a match for my Mom to all of the health evaluations, exams, timelines, he's been there. And patient with me--even staying on video calls with me through the night while I'm here-- just to make sure I'm okay.


I just... I feel so much better with him around...calmer... regardless of if we're falling asleep together watching a movie from 800 miles away, laughing at one of our shows, critiquing each other's cooking methods, making jokes, or whatever other silly shenanigans we get ourselves into... and I have never felt so loved. 

I don't have the greatest history of making exceptional choices, but 6 months ago I made the best one ever. 

❤ Happy halfi-dating-versary, Charming. You're my person. 

[Don't get used to it though... after this it's just the yearly ones. Hahaha]

Posted in Dear God

14 December 2019: Thanks for the hug.

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Dear God,

I really needed that today and I didn't even know...

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Have you ever gotten stuck in your own jacket? ...as a grown 'adult,' I mean. 

The zipper ate the little side edge of fabric on my puffy coat and refused to give it up. Or even budge. I couldn't wiggle out of it either. I had a thick hoodie on underneath that was preventing alternate means of escape.

After about 3 or 4 minutes struggling with the toggle, I gave in and sat down in the warm house in my extra-toasty layers feeling like a rotisserie. And then a thought occurred to me. 

I started to giggle... God must've known how badly I needed a hug today and sent it to me in the form of a stubborn jacket.

...and then, wouldn't you know it... it unzipped.

Thanks. ❤

Sincerely,
this slightly over-salty rotisserie