How It's Going: Seven Years Later
From dreamy beginnings to shared snacks and Real Housewives marathons.
Back in 20222 I wrote,
For 21 years I was conditioned to believe that I would have to deny my feelings and marry the opposite sex or that I was divinely called to live as a celibate person for the rest of my life. Up until four years ago I never would have thought that the morning of March 24th, 2019 would ever happen. That is when the love of my life got down on one knee, on a massive rock in Central Park, NYC, and proposed. In that moment, with a joy I have never known before, I said yes.
I dreamed of the day when God would couple me with a man that whenever I would look into his beautiful eyes, I would find my home. That prayer has been answered. When I look into Dan’s, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am wanted, safe, blessed, and home.
He’s a good man; the best. We have made a good life together. We have both displaced past fear to embrace a life-giving future together as one.
I love my Dan.
Here we are almost 7 years from when he proposed and 4.5 years since we made it formal (COVID delayed the ceremony). Since then, we have experienced profound loss, raising a 9-year-old to be an 18-year-old woman, incredible fun, deep pleasures, arguments, horrible arguments, building trust, rebuilding trust, trusting trust, celebrating each other’s talents and eccentricities, traveling all over the Caribbean and East Coast, being boring old(er) men watching TV together almost every night (currently: Real Housewives, RuPaul, and Claire Dane in Homeland), road trips, getting roofied together (yes, that happened), and going to Beverly Hills to celebrate the kickoff to Pride month (2024). And so much more.
We have done, been through, a lot of stuff!
And I love him even more, even beyond words. He gets me in a way that no one ever has. Dan is a loving man of integrity, loyalty, and a very hard worker. And when we embrace, I still find my home in his bright blue eyes.
So yeah, here we are—still laughing, still figuring it out, still occasionally annoying the hell out of each other, and somehow more solid because of it. Turns out love isn’t the grand gestures or Instagram-worthy moments; it’s the everyday stuff that keeps showing up. It’s the late-night TV binges, the shared snacks, the quick makeups after dumb fights. If this is what real love looks like—messy, funny, and totally ours—I’m all in.
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