Here I am…a couple years into my relationship. It’s not that anything has gotten old, far from it. But over enough time some things you do a lot become familiar. They begin to mean more, but they are less exhilarating than they once were. Holding hands, for instance, is far more comfortable than the first time you held a person’s hand, even if the electricity and uncertainty are not the same. This is the nature of relationships. You enjoy the contentment that can only be acquired through a deep investment of time while searching out new avenues for excitement.
But waking up early every day to make your sweetheart breakfast (even though you can’t cook to save your life) and to pack her a lunch before she trots off to work and learn (because I can make a damn fine PBJ)…that’s just a solid way to say “I love you” that never gets old.
Life is good. Love is good.