half my life
Today I have been married to my spouse for thirteen years. Which is pretty cool, really.
What’s cooler is that based on the (possibly flawed) math in my head, we’ve actually been something resembling a unit for about six years longer than that; something like not quite nineteen years. Doing some further math, given that my age is not quite thirty-seven, we’ve been together for pretty much half of my life.
That’s actually kind of mind blowing. No wonder I can’t fathom what life would be like without her, because really, the actual time without her, at least some of which I do remember, is smaller (and will continue to be come smaller) relative to the expanding period of time when she’s actually been there. Time, of course, is relative according to the position of the observer. though now, reality will forever more trend toward my relative perception of time.
Circumstances have arranged themselves such that reality supports my perception of it! I have bent the universe to my will! I am like unto a god!
…sorry, my inner mad scientist/supervillan got out of his Negative Zone prison there for a minute. He’s safely stowed now. I’m going to wrap thsi post up….
Leave it to me to ..ahem.. wed marriage and romance to relativity. But then, she’d actually expect that, and probably appreciate it (or at least pretend that she does), and that’s one of the reasons why I love her.
