Seven Suns of Spring

Seven years ago, my Fi and I decided we wanted to share a future together. Today, we're both seven years older, hopefully seven years wiser, and definitely seven years surer of each other. For the last few years, we've taken this day rather lightly, or, to be precise, we both keep forgetting it is "our day". I guess I could sum the sentiment up in the phrase, Okay, so what's new?

This year, I remembered. I remembered for the few days preceding the day. I woke up in the morning, a smile on my face. I went to work with a grin ... and what I can only imagine was the glow on my cheeks or the twinkle in my eyes that made several of my colleagues actually turn around and ask me what was new. I felt happy. Strangely, Fi seemed to feel the same way, despite the stresses of the day. Halfway through the afternoon, it suddenly struck me why!

For the Nth time, may God (if S/He exists) bless The Powers That Be. I have traditionally diluted my joy with a little half-spoon of guilt and a pinch of fear on this day; and I imagine Fi has done the same. Now there's no need to. No more. There will doubtless be several other tests, but I've passed the first, and most important, of them.

And while I'm on the subject, I can never thank my parents and Pigglett enough for all their support all of these years. In the last few months since we've known each other, I've gotten a lot more comfortable with Fi's family. I know that it would not have been possible if Fi's family wasn't as nice as they are and as eager to get to know me, but I also know that I owe entirely to my calm, sensible, and supportive family any of the credit that has gone to me!

Now, raise your glasses!