Seven years since we met. You have filled those seven years with light and purpose. You are my best friend and my beloved. I travel, and I have my time alone, but those times are only as sweet as they are because of how they begin and end: A contemplative walk in the woods is a different thing, when you can finish it by stepping back onto the porch of your warm, shining house; a very different thing from a walk in the woods that ends in a cold night on the forest floor. Even nine-hundred miles away on the seat of a bicycle, with nothing between me and the world but shorts and a helmet, I have felt the warmth of you and our home, glowing in my mind, making me more than I am. A part of our team. An agent for your vision of the world as well as my own.
Here's to you, fishiela! Here's to you, and the amazing things you are, and have been, and will be. I'd kiss you on your brain, but that would be messy. I'll kiss you on your lips instead. And on other bits.