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What If?

The length of time is a relative term. How long is a year? If you r just a year old, well a year is all you’ve got and its LONG… when your 90, a year is just a year, a one more to 89, a one more to more..

How long is a day? If your having a bad-hair day its LOOOONG, if your out with your chummies, its too SHORT…its 24 hours either way!!

How long is a year? How long is a year that spaces you over 2021 kms (;))? How long is a year with someone? (or for the most part without?) Anniversaries are add-ons to a relationship. For those blessed with the curse of a strong memory, they are a little too many. There are all the numerous “firsts” and then the seconds, thirds, “nths” to commemorate the firsts.

They usually start with “d’ you remember …” and then there is a long conversation on who remembers what. The specifics are obfuscated as the stories are told and retold to make a fairy tale.

For anything new, a year is a long way… the first is the toughest, hardest, longest and to some extent the most delightful year , by virtue of it being the “first”. It’s a year of a lot of first experiences, some pleasant some unpleasant. Often it’s a glimpse to the possibility (o impossibility) of a forever.

The first year is the “toddlers”. You don’t just live a relationship you parent it. You bring it up, you feed it to give it strength, you walk it, you clutch it when it stumbles, you lift it when its falling, importantly you “keep holding on….”

Some stories begin with blinking eyes, some with blushes, some with roses.... It began with a “what if?”

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