8th anniversary with Bernie

I confess I always forget mine and Bernie’s anniversary. It’s the day before my mother passed, so I’m usually distracted around that time. But this month we’ve been together for eight years.

He is the partner of my labors, who works tirelessly to make my dreams into a reality. He has made and kept promises to me most people will never hear outside of fairy tales. And though we’ve been long-distance for seven years of those eight, he has never failed to be present for me.

He can do a little bit of everything that I can, plus so many things I can’t. He can get interested in anything because of how much he loves to learn. He is a man of unimpeachable integrity. He loves his baby niece. He will listen when I talk about stupid stuff. He thinks I’m beautiful even when I look terrible. He doesn’t even mind when I call him Dr. Piggy.

Happy anniversary to the Falcon to my Captain America, the man who does everything that I do— except slower.

Love you, Dr. Piggy.