This week, each year, Georges and I have a lot to celebrate. Because it's the week where we have THREE anniversaries. And this year - it's Number 6.
October 4 - the day we first connected on the Meetic dating web site, and had our first 2-hour chat. The day that started it all.
October 9 - the anniversary of our first date... the one that lasted 26 hours and included a lunch, a dinner, a breakfast and another lunch. Don't judge.
And October 13 - the day he somehow finagled me into meeting all of his kids (I was only supposed to be meeting the youngest one, out at a parade; you know, no pressure or anything!) and seeing his house. That was the night I suddenly KNEW where my future would be. And it scared the shit out of me.
I got over it. ☺
With the demands of daily life -- his job, kids usually coming and going from the house at different time -- we sometimes don't know quite when to actually celebrate, and some years we don't even get out to have a romantic dinner alone. This will probably be one such week.
But it doesn't matter, because we can just look at each other, and remember how it was when we met six years ago and fell almost instantly in love. Last night, after we had come back from seeing Woody Allen's latest, "Blue Jasmin" (it was good but not at all a comedy, which I sort of missed), I said to Georges, "Do you realize that 6 years ago tonight, neither of us had any clue whatsoever what was about to come around the corner and change our lives forever?" That hindsight is sometimes mind-blowing for both of us, because if you've been following our story all along you know that our relationship was a bit of a runaway train ride in the early days, a train ride which fortunately slowed down to a reasonable speed instead culminating in a big firey crash.
I will just say that I am so grateful that Georges decided to chat me up that first evening. I look back at where I was in my life then. I was happy that I had come to Paris, and I was enjoying my time here immensely. At the same time, I was frustrated by my efforts to meet men and struggling with the decision about whether or not to return to the States (for financial reasons - the exchange rate at that time was killing my bank account). For a glimpse at my state of mind on the night Georges found me online, just read THIS, written 6 years ago today. And then consider that less than an hour after I wrote it, Georges walked in my virtual door.
THAT was the miracle in my life, a miracle which has continued every day since.
Georges, my darling, I can no longer even imagine a different life than the one we started to build together on that day. Thank you for reaching out to me that first evening. And I'm so happy I reached back. Happy 6th Anniversary Week, sweetie. With all my Love, Your Lisa