Today J and I celebrate the most momentous milestones, thus far in our lives.
Our engagement, our first home together, and our upcoming birthdays.
That’s all heavy stuff; I’m still trying to wrap my mind around all three at once. In just two short, yet eventful, months, both of our lives changed dramatically.
The concept of “milestones” intrigues me. Socially constructed, it’s like a way to mark time. You don’t really know how much has changed or how long it’s been until you look back on a certain period in your life – be it comparing your freshmen year of high school to college, the friends and lovers who have gone into your life and out, or the first time you left the country and had a new perspective of the life you lived. If it weren’t for milestones, how else can you distinguish elusive days from others?
Milestones reaffirm the purpose of my “everydays.” And that I worked hard to achieve some of them. A milestone like an engagement actually happens in one day, one heart-pounding moment. But that was over 5 years in the making for J and I to reach that moment. It symbolized years of love, working through a long-distance relationship, surviving grad school, learning to compromise and listen, and continuing to challenge and learn from each other. It was a moment that I relished, be it socially constructed. And the exciting part is that it one of the first major ones that we shared – the first of many.
What better way to celebrate an end of a marathon than with a nice, shiny medal? Or to commence a brand new journey ahead.