The number 28 has special meaning to me.
My husband Seth and I are dorks about meaning in numbers. My birthday is November 28. Seth’s is December 28. Our first date was on a January 28. The number 28 pops up a lot in our lives.
I like 28 because the 8 is visually like the infinity sign. The 2 in front of it makes me think of two infinite beings; or, alternately, the Buzz Lightyearesque charge: “To infinity!”
I never thought growing up I would find love like I have with Seth. Our friendship and partnership give me depth of strength and encourage me to be authentic; giving voice to truth as I encounter it. It gives me bravery to communicate beauty I see in life; challenges me to levels of vulnerability I wasn’t forced to confront without the intimate connection he and I share. (continued below)
Today, May 28, marks the 28-month anniversary of our lives together. My life has never been and can never be the same as it was before Seth became a part of it. It’s been 28 months of discovery; laughing; hurting; crying; forgiving; stretching; learning; listening; singing; creating; exploring; serving; dreaming; becoming. He is the one who has my heart, and I have his.
Seth, I love you very much. You make me want to be a better man. You make me want to love more vibrantly and more truly. Thank you for 28 of the most wonderful months of my life.
Here’s to infinity.