Yesterday, Kyle and I "celebrated" our four-year anniversary. I put celebrated in scare quotes like that because we're on opposite coasts and that's pretty depressing. FOUR YEARS, though. I know I say this every year, but I can't fucking believe that.
Last night I went out to stave off depression and a friend and I talked about her grandmother. Her husband passed away earlier this year, so since then Grandma has been living alone in Sugarland (for those of you who are not familiar, Sugarland is really far away from Houston proper, so it's a pain in the ass for someone who lives in the city to get out there on short notice). It's been very emotionally straining for everyone in the family because she's been really lonely all the way out there. We talked about the fact that she probably felt really lost because it's a very comforting feeling to know that somewhere out there, you can depend on one person to be there for you. For her whole adult life, my friend's grandmother could depend on her husband, and now he was gone.
I know that feeling. The first part, anyway. I know, almost on a cellular level, that Kyle will be on my side, no matter what the situation. It's empowering (in a way) to be supported in literally every thing you do, without even really needing to ask. It gives me license to be who I want to be. I think now we're doing pretty well, but I also know that someday I'll look back on this and revel at how underdeveloped we are as a couple. I can't wait to be in a place where our connection now could be deemed basic, but until then, I just have to sit back and try to believe I could be so lucky.
Happy Anniversary, baby. Here's to four(ty) more.