Every morning before I leave for work I slip Flax Seed Oil and a multi-vitamin in the little elastic band on Chad’s wallet.
It’s good for him since left to his own devices, he’ll tend to forget to take them.
It’s good for me because it’s a quick moment,… every morning,… a micro-ritual where I pause to say “Your well being is important to me.”
The absolute gravity of that declaration smacks my throat with towel wrapped bar of soap on this day…. The day Kevin and I approached our buddy Chad and said:
fuck convention, we love you, let’s live our lives together.
We chose Valentines Day for cliché, commercially convenient reasons…
That we celebrate this anniversary on this sticky sweet holiday for lovers is where our similarities to traditional, species-survival oriented pairings (and their homosexual act-alikes), ends.
Somewhere in the past six years we grew tired of trying to define ourselves by what we are not.
What we are is in awe…. in gratitude… in love…
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To Chad, the reason why we even pause today – Happy Anniversary….
And you my beloved old battle axe Kalzabar… a smile, a wink and commercial KISSâ„¢.
I’m babbling in love.
