It was a good weekend. We were very productive. We cleaned house, did laundry, cooked two great meals at home, ran a buttload of errands, discovered a new, fabulous, local restaurant (Illium Cafe in downtown Troy,) and saw Lily Tomlin live at the Troy Savings Bank Music Hall (where we ran into a handful of friends.) We also did some prep work for Jim’s belated birthday celebration next weekend (which I can’t expound upon here because Jim reads my blog.) I even managed to read a few comics. The weekend ended watching some episodes of favorite TV shows (Friends and Big Bang Theory) in front of the fire, with the pups and a bottle of Chardonnay.
It’s a simple life, but we like it.
My life was going along fine: great husband, good job, comfy home, wonderful dogs, good friends. I wanted for nothing, needed nothing. I thought my life, home and family was complete and pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
Then this guy walked into my life three and a half years ago and I found something I didn’t even know I was missing.
(Jim, not the Teddy Bear, you smart asses!)
It is nothing new that gay men often build chosen families: people we choose to celebrate our holidays with, build support systems with, create the relationships we’re often denied from or unable to build with our own, biological families. So we choose to be with people who are as special to us as they make us feel to them. I’ve had many false starts, soured friendships, broken hearts and otherwise unrequited relationships with people who either rejected the bonds I attempted to make with them or shunned me for even wanting those bonds. I always thought I was the one who didn’t fit.
Jim made me realize it wasn’t me that didn’t fit.
He has become a huge part of my life and our home. He has shown me continued support and unconditional love, and has been there for both Jeffrey and me through all my medical issues, hospital stays and life struggles. His friendship is unparalleled and I love him dearly.
So, today, I just wanted to acknowledge his special day and his special place in my life.
Happy Birthday, Jim!
I tried to get a good picture of Rita Mae and me this morning. Here are the results: