Happiness, thy name is Sells!

Well, actually, it should be Sellses, but that just looks dumb.

Yesterday morning while "watching" Millionaire Matchmaker (can it really be considered watching if it just happens to be on while doing housework?) a haughty, 40-year old gay man was semi-lamenting the fact that he had no one with whom to share the sentiment "remember when..."

And since comparison is the social tool of life satisfaction not to be under-rated, I rightfully engaged.

Nick and I have so many "remember when" moments it's practically unfair to the rest of the world. Just this past weekend while in Cannon Beach, OR to show off our master sculpting skills in the 2011 Sand Sculpting Competition (oh the places you'll go without kids!), we visited our favorite lookout point. The sun was setting brilliantly on Haystack Rock, the sand was windswept and cool on our feet and I even think we skipped hand-in-hand at one point. Nick tried to take pictures of me, just as a lover would, but he's no artist and that makes his attempts all the sweeter. We walked up to the lookout where last year, our 1 year anniversary, he got down on one knee, said it'd been the best year of his life, and gave me ANOTHER diamond ring. I cried. He cried. And that place became ours.

Along with all of Italy, a certain driveway in Tuscany, sweet pea flowers, peach roses, the first spring daffodils, first class seats, every beautiful sunset, wish flowers, the smell of basil, cold bottles of Reisling, pictures of the Colloseum, blue eyes and blue skies..and the list goes on.

Everywhere we go, we love each other. In big ways, ordinary ways, silly ways; with a joke, a sacred thought, a song or even an uninvited turn of events where I cop my Italian attitude and Nick tries to diffuse is with slow words and reason. Not on purpose, we've documented our love in millions of memories. On sad days, happy days, boring days and ordinary mornings, we remind each other of that particular "remember when..." and the thrill and love of that place enters the moment like it is happening once again. And I love that about our love.

I know, I know. Mushy, gushy love and sunshine. You may gag now. We'll just be basking over here...