If my life was a book there would certainly be many important characters, but one man would stand out. If I am the protagonist in my story then he is my partner, my side kick, my inspiration, my words of wisdom, my motivator, my guide, my heart, my lover and my whiner. He is unpredictable and for me, completely predictable (I often know exactly what he is thinking), throwing twists and wrenches into everything we do. He keeps things interesting and he makes things difficult, and by doing so he makes my life fulfilling and wild and full of laughter and light. Of course he is Kyle, the man I can’t live without.
The other day when we were snowshoeing out of Snoqualmie Pass one of the guys in the meet-up group that we ran into commented that snowshoeing was a great thing to do early on in a relationship to make sure we liked each other. The comment was directed at us. Kyle and I both kind of snorted and politely informed the man that this was not actually our first adventure together. Or our second, or our third in fact. It surprised me that the stranger automatically assumed that we were in a new relationship. Maybe it was the way we were chatting as we bounded up behind them or the energy with which we offered to break trail or the way we looked at each other or the fact that we were out adventuring together at all. Maybe, in his mind, couples that have been together for a while, have seen the worst and the best of each other, don’t do those things anymore. Maybe he is just bad at reading people.
Today is Kyle’s birthday. In this next year of his life we will climb mountains together (big mountains together). We will hike to incredible beautiful places. We will travel by car and airplane and bus. We will learn to river raft. We will support each other as we run races. We will take off on a great new adventure: marriage. Or maybe we won’t, maybe one of us will get injured and the other one will stay behind for company and love. Maybe we won’t have the money to do all the things we want to do. Or the time. Or our jobs won’t allow it. But no matter what happens we will have all the happiness, because we are together.
(Okay, that was REAL sappy, but I seriously love this dude so you get it, right? Now we can return to our regular program of adventure and gear and dehydrated meals. But every once in a while I have to get some heartfelt words off of my chest…)