kyburg | Ow. But a nice ow - like a funny bone ow

This will hurt you. But you won't mind at all - (thanks EK!)

I'm looking at the photos coming out of San Francisco, and the only thing I can come up with is Dayim, they've got the clothes and everything put together - on how much notice? And that's after standing in line for how many hours?

I'm a big believer in marriage - I can tell you, I was not nearly as interested in the getting married as the being married. I wanted to get through that part as fast as I could and get to the imporant part. Life. Day in, day out, pay the bills and make plans for the future part.

Knowing I had a partner I could trust with my life because it was cherished above all things. Not for some passing fancy - down to my very spirit, instead.

Jim was never a "boyfriend" because, well, he was never just a boy as far as I was concerned. He was my fella, and a good one. But there were some things just felt unfinished. Like a really bad itch you couldn't reach. This is it - this is my One, and let's get the formalities over with, shall we?

I can't imagine how it must feel to be told you can't go any further - not for you. Nope. Not allowed. Fergit it.

I'm already married; going up there and standing in line just to do it again in the midst of all this would be selfish.

But something tells me I would be in some of the best company I could have. You want dedication - there it is.

Ready, willing - and now - able.

For as long as it lasts.