Yours

In Golden Gate Park near the windmill on a beautiful day seven years ago, little sweetheart. You wanted to go for a walk so we headed out from your apartment in the Inner Sunset, wending our way along, jumping a fence or two, because: You, very much taking our time until you had to pee and then finding a porta-loo outside a construction site, that you braved while I stood guard, before venturing back into the wilds. Later, we paused here in these beautiful gardens, sitting on the lawn. I took a few pictures of you and then, as ever, you snatched the phone out of my hands and shot this little video. I'm the one cooing absurdly, love-drunk, off camera. Afterwards we continued to the ocean and went to a nice little place overlooking the beach for dinner. A little trio was playing and when they struck up "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" I held your hand across the table and cried and cried. The sun set as we sat there and when we got up to leave it was dark and had begun to rain. We ducked under an awning near the visitor's center and called a cab, getting out at 9th, so we could could grab a movie from Le Video, and walked between the raindrops together the rest of the way home. We dried off, got in our pj's and curled up together, one of your favorite things, you had told me - watching a story at the end of the day with your partner. My heart swelled with pride to be called yours. A wonderful, magical day with you, little sweetheart. Yours, yes, my darling girl. Yours forever.