It has been seven years since Mark (and Zane) entered my life. When we first met in Tucson, and after being dragged behind the truck of previous relationships, I thought I could never heal enough to find love again. Was I ever wrong.
It took Mark a while to convince me that I should open my heart again. But once I did, I realized that here was a man who brought me contentment and joy that I had never felt so intensely. That I never thought I could feel.
Mark is not known as a terribly patient man, but with me he was. He may have been grumpy about my indecision over which restaurant I wanted to go to, which movie to see or what T-shirt to pull on, but when it came to waiting for me to accept (and return) his love, he had the patience of a heron.
I do love you, Mark. My life would have much less meaning without you. Or without Zane. You have brought me an awareness of self and existence that, although not always easy to deal with, has made me a stronger and better person.
Thank you, and Happy Anniversary!