Terrible, terrible things

Nine years ago today Jaq and I stood facing each other in Banff, torches stuck into cracks in the cliff beside us so we could see each other in the dark.

We'd hoped for a clear night so we could be under a full moon, but it had become overcast and was sprinkling lightly. It must have been chilly halfway up the mountain at midnight, with the mist from the waterfall and the droplets of rain falling on us, but I don't remember being uncomfortable. All I remember is how beautiful she looked, how warm her hands were when I put the ring on her finger, how her voice sounded when she said "I do."

Jaq rarely reads my blog, and this will probably scroll itself into the archives long before she gets a chance to see it, but it doesn't matter.

I love you, darling. Hearing you say those magical words in that magical place on that magical night was the most wonderful moment of my life. And every day together since that night has been even more wonderful than the last. Thank you for sharing your life with me and letting me share mine with you.

Happy anniversary, my sweetheart.