Our reconnection anniversary. That’s what I called it, the moment I found Adele in my life again, made her mine.
We had our wedding anniversary, even celebrated when we went on our first official date. She teased me, thought it was funny to celebrate all these things, but I knew she loved it as much as I did.
But on this day I reconnected with my soul mate again, found her once more after three very long months. It was pretty damn special to me. So special I made sure to celebrate it every single year.
And ten years later was a long time. It was a milestone. And it had taken this long to plan everything, to let our life get settled, to grow our family, build our dream house. It had taken over a decade for us to be comfortable and secure with everything before I’d finally taken her on that one trip she always dreamed about.
Norway and the Northern Lights.
And here we were, just her and me wrapped up in a blanket, trapped pleasantly in our little cabin in the middle of nowhere, the ceiling glass, even one whole wall a window so we could see the wonder of the wilderness all around us.
We were pretty far north in Norway, staring out the window, looking at those colorful, wonderful and fantastic Northern Lights. Although I’d love for our two children to be here with us, Xavier and Lila, this trip was about Adele and me. It was for her and me. It was about finally making this one trip I always promised myself I’d give her one day.
And that day was today. Now.
I kissed the top of Adele’s head, and she snuggled in closer.
“Thank you for bringing me here, for planning this and surprising me.” She shifted on the bed we currently sat
on, the comforter thick, the mattress situated right up against the window so when we went to bed, the Northern Lights were our night-light, and the wintery forest was our alarm clock.
“Thank you for loving me and agreeing to come here with me.”
She chuckled softly. “You’re thanking me, when you’re the one who brought me on this incredible trip.”
I leaned in close and kissed her on the lips, savoring the feel of her, the fact that she melted against me. Even all these years later, here we were, more in love than ever. Hell, every single day I fell in love with her more. She made my belly tighten in anticipation, made my heart skip a beat when she sang. I tingled all over at the feel of her against my body and the sound of my name falling from her lips as she moaned in ecstasy. God, I loved this woman.
We lay down, me behind her, my arm wrapped around her waist. Her back was to my chest, and the sweet scent of her filled my head, had me drunk and calm all in the same breath. And as we stared at those wondrous lights, as I held the woman I loved and knew my soul mate was right by my side, I realized for the hundredth time that I was one lucky bastard.
This was my wife, the mother of my children, my little songbird, and I’d always make sure I was by her side no matter what.
No would ever love anyone as much as I loved her. Of that I was sure.