Yesterday, D dropped off the remainder of the down payment on our house, and for some reason it occurred to me last night just what a huge commitment this actually is. I’m not freaked out or anything. It’s just strange to remember when this was so new and we didn’t even know if we would last a month. For quite some time, I worried that we wouldn’t make it, that he didn’t love me enough, that we weren’t strong enough to survive all of the obstacles in our way: divorce, cancer, etc. That we were both too damaged in our own ways. But instead those obstacles made us stronger; strong enough to break down our walls. And now… we are so much in love. We are best friends. We are soul mates. We have combined our families into one, and we are committed to spending the rest of our lives together. And I am happy.