Seven

It is quiet here tonight. You wouldn't know to look at us that there is any reason to celebrate...

The realities of life are keeping things subdued here because Master has some heavy deadlines that simply have to be met, and there's no getting around it. So He's working His fingers to the bone and the household is quiet in the face of that necessity.

BUT... underneath the seriousness of that dire stress is a simple joy that comes from knowing that seven years ago tonight, in an Olive Garden restaurant, two of the dearest people on this planet met for the first time and began a conversation...

I've been told that they talked and talked and talked and talked. I can well believe it, and I am glad of it, because it is that joy in one another that blossomed and formed the foundation for the family that now embraces me as well...

So, even though our celebration is muted this night, make no mistake that I am thrilled at the love of my loves.

Happiest of 7th's, Dear One's. May you have many more years to tell the story of that very first magical night when eyes met and hearts touched and the hours passed, oh so very very slowly by...

I love you both.

swan