My partner is truly amazing. I say “partner” because I feel that is really the best term for Ryan. To call him my boyfriend, which I suppose is all that he technically is, sounds so impersonal and casual. He is my partner because he and I have found a kinship that I’ve never before shared with another person, and trust me, I have had several really honest and valuable friendships.
I have a best friend with whom I shared not only the darkest corners of my “tortured”-teen and confused-college soul, but who also shared hers with me, and through each other, I think we’ve really seen what being human and loving is. I have a cousin that is like me in so many ways, and has been a comfort for me through my entire life, but who is also so unlike me that she inspires me to do great things. And, although I am her elder, I am constantly looking up to this little lady for having such an even temper and a good head on her shoulders. These two women, my best friend, and my closest cousin, along with several other important companions I’ve had along the way, have been much more than I could ever ask for in a friend, but then…then came Ryan.
He, and our relationship, is unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. It is so infinitely better than what I imagined my future-husband could be when I was younger. I can recall daydreaming about the man with whom I would share a home, pets, and, eventually, children, but I never imagined that with him I would also share my dreams, my worries, my strange little thoughts, and all of my most fantastic experiences. He is always encouraging me to overcome my weaknesses (weaknesses that I identify on my own as well as those that he kindly alludes to) and fears. He sees my feet, (he’ll know what this means) and I wish I could explain that to you, but I don’t think it would make sense to anyone else without a long monologue and at least one diagram.
But, I am writing this gushing entry about him today for a purpose, and I’ll stop the senseless ranting so I can get to the point: He has a gift for effortlessly putting words together and making them sound so good, and he has recently started up yet another blog. So, I wanted to share it with you. Here is LivingWithRAM, and here is my favourite excerpt so far:
Quite the life, now, that we’ve carved for ourself. You’ve only seen, though, half of our family. It would be a shame to leave out this duo: There is, first, the sarcastic and fickle downy-furred king with a striped paint-job- Atlas the cat. Rescued by a friend after being thrown from the car as a kitten and brought in secret to our first apartment as a birthday present (oh, to objectify animals.), Atlas quickly became the star of the show, warm and gentle as can be. It wasn’t until months later that his true nature of a Garfield-esque persona would show, although the real softness of his heart is only matched by his fur. Thus enters the shadowy velvety dope everyone loves to snug, Hugo. I say dope with only the most respect and love; dope as an antithesis of what it means to be a cat. Atlas is a real cat. A cat’s cat. Hugo is, well, a purring paperweight. I will say no more on these two now, as no real words do their dynamic true justice.
I suppose I could have summed all of that up with much less to say, guy and girl in a moderately serious relationship with two cats… but telling it like a story makes it feel like it is one. My story through your eyes. Like you’ve never seen me before.
And that, friends, is my gorgeous life.