“I love you.”
Those are the three words that I speak to Prime quite often; a good number of our conversations end with me saying that. While on our way home, I will randomly utter those words. While crashed out on the bed or sitting next to him while at his mother’s house, I’ll say it. It’s almost reflexive, involuntary, or autonomic. It’s a part of me now, this undeniable urge to let my husband, my Prime, know just how much I appreciate him.
It’s like I’m fighting against time, or something else, to let him know how special he truly is to me.
Prime and I have been together for nearly twenty years. On one hand, it feels like a lifetime but on the other, it feels like the blink of an eye.
Where does the time go? And how can I slow it down?
If you had told me that my life would be so different, all because of a tipsy Bumblebee, a throwaway line in an email, and a trip to Minnesota for a Transformers convention, I wouldn’t have believed you.
Yet, here I am. Here we are.
Twenty years ago, I was probably hammering down my BotCon plans. I had probably biked to work, or if I had the day off, to Walmart or Target or Kmart in search of Transformers. I probably snuggled with my cats. I know I watched–or tried to watch–Beast Wars.
Twenty years ago today, I was counting down the minutes until BotCon.
Twenty years ago today, I didn’t know how much things would change. For the better. But I am grateful for that change. And I love every second of it.
