Couples count down for a lot of things.
Anniversaries and birthdays celebrated together.
Family holidays, Christmas, Thanksgiving and Sunday dinners.
Engagement celebrations, bachelor/ette parties and weddings.
Pregnancies and babies on the way.
Possession day on a new house.
Finally, for us, a door has shimmied open, and just a tiny slice of light is wedging its way through. Down at the end of a long, black tunnel, a glimmer of illumination has at last appeared.
Our countdown has reached the single digits. It’s a countdown that only became relevant to us recently when we realized… single digits.
We quickly made a list to confirm.
After 5 years of long distance, countless visits in Waterloo, and meeting up in Iceland, Ireland or the USA… after too many snotty-nosed, red-eyed ugly crying sessions (public meltdowns are my specialty) to possibly count, the end is near. After all this time, we can now count on two hands the number of goodbyes we have left. By our best count, nine remain.
Then, we’ll never have to say goodbye again.
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(unless you’re me/Wednesday Addams and your next thought is “well, actually, when you die…” but let’s just take this one step at a time, okay?)
