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I've had several best friends over the course of 28.745 years of my life.

My first was named Heather E. I remember her name, and that she lived in a pink apartment building. We were in Kindergarten together in Van Nuys, CA until she moved away to Newhall. The pink apartment building was empty, and I never knew how to find her since I was like, 5. I think on her now and then, and hope that she grew into an amazing life.

I met Melinda in the 4th grade. We were strange and unpopular together. We lived in stories and generally avoided people. I learned about nerdy things from my family and shared it with her. She moved to Boulder City for a while as I went to Jr. High.

After the 94 quake knocked down my house, we moved to a new trailer park. I met the posse of friends I'd have through the rest of my childhood-- Jaimi, Eron, Karla, others. Eron became my best friend. We went to Church together and shared secrets and the bunch of us grew strange and wonderful under the influence of X-Men, Theater and Jesus Christ.

There was that point when things fell apart, and then apart, and then apart. Perhaps my strange but predictable life spun out when Karla became my "best friend" and then more. Then forward in a rush, an avalanche of events. One fateful day, I arrived in Seattle and my whole sense of "best friend" had changed quite a bit. The last almost decade has been aching and wonderful. I wandered from the ideal of "best friend", preferring social circles and community over that one person who could simply be too close to be safe. In a lot of ways, I conducted my romances in a similar but differently-expressed principal.

Then, there was Chuck.( Read more... )

This morning, he asked me again. Just for symmetry sake. I still said yes.

Amber

PS: If this seems a bit disjointed, I blame the occasional cat on my face, the sun, the autumn wind, and the overwhelming joy I feel that defies words.

A couple years ago a small group of us (including

theworldahead and

zagumus) went to Edge of the Circle, a pagan bookstore on Capitol Hill. I was looking at Tarot decks and interesting philosophy books, but I saw a card that had a Tree of Life on it. It was the exact design I used to have on a calander in California, when I was already quite taken with the concept of the Tree of Life. It is such a powerful and positive symbol within so many faiths all over the world, and one that I personally felt affinity to. I liked the picture so much that I kept the one from the calender for years.

I mentioned this to Chuck, in my usual, "Hey! This thing! Okay, where was I...(wandered off)"

Yesterday, Chuck gave me that card. He bought it that day, a couple of years ago, and has kept it for just the right time to give it to me. He wrote a haiku inside, a token of appreciation.

I hugged it to my chest and kissed it. It now sits on my desk at home next to my computer.

It was just the right time.

<3

Amber

PS: I love Chuck, even when he is not looking.

Current Mood: loved

( <3!!! )

Four years, still with my nerdy, smart, creative, usefully jerky, totally lovable Chuck (who looks fantastic in white floral lace). I've never had a four year anniversary before, and I'm so happy to have it with this fella. :)

I've found the end of the road of increasingly less dysfunctional relationships. :)

Amber

Current Mood: optimistic

I love that Chuck is coming home from Gencon today. :D

Amber

Current Mood: excited

Chuck is a good and kind and decent man.

It seems simple, I know. But it is the highest honor I know to give a person, and I love him so much because I see this simple fact of him every day I am with him.

I will give the story of the words, though I wish I knew how to express their significance.
When I was but a spawn, spending a few hours of the week with my mom and stepdads, we watched a smattering of Babylon 5. Only a couple of episodes, really. Frankly it seemed like a boring and disjointed sort of show to me then.

However, I remember one thing from one episode we happened to watch: there was an old woman, speaking about her beloved. He was, it seemed, a very important man to the world and beyond. He did lots of stuff and made many decisions, good and bad. But what mattered...what REALLY mattered to the old woman who knew him best and loved him so much, was that he was a good, kind and decent man. There was nothing more to say-- nothing more pure to love, than a man of kindness, decency and goodness.

I watched the series in full later, and I think of it now as one of the best written Sci-Fi series ever. For a bunch of date nights, Chuck and I watched through most of the series but we stopped after the Shadow War arc. He's never seen the episode which is the original source of this compliment, stuck in my brain when I was so young.

Everyone will do many acts in their lives, great and small, good and evil, stupid and smart. It matters except that Chuck is a good man. A kind man who cares about the world. He is a man of a strong, quiet faith who does his best to emulate Jesus Christ as he knows how. It is so hard to care. He is a people, and people make so many mistakes.

I treasure his heart. I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with him.

Amber

Current Mood: peaceful

I love Chuck's art. I've always had a thing for artists.

Some months before Chuck and I got together, I made an LJ post about a character I was playing at a tabletop game. I was frustrated because the character I was playing was a stocky, unattractive old woman and finding a picture I could use of a stocky old woman was nigh impossible in the fantasy genre. Edit: Found the post. (Egads, I'm a completionist!)

The next time I saw Chuck (a couple months later, we were friend-of-friends at the time) he has a big piece of paper of these brilliant sketches of my character. I was delighted. I totally missed the foreshadowing, but I was still delighted.

The picture is still on the wall in my writing room.

He's drawn a few pictures for me since then. He made some fantastical steampunk devices to illustrate a Mage game I was Gming. He drew and painted the tapestries we use in Ushaw Moor's church. He's so talented. I am not very good at drawing, so it's magical watching him work. When he thinks something and then I get to see it, it's a little miracle.

I guess I'm hoping a little that my art of the written word is a bit of the same for him. It's not as colorful, I know. The internet is full of words but these are mine.

Amber

Current Mood: creative

I'm feeling wonky tonight, so talking about how glad I am that Chuck puts up with my..erm...quirks, seems appropriate.

I love Chuck because we don't want to change each other. Not that it would work. People sometimes have ambitions --little tweaks or "almost rights" or whatever.

Chuck is not some fantastical creation of my imagination. He is not one who always sees eye-to-eye with me, never grumps, is immune to the passage of time, never drools in my ear* and is perfectly rational in all things, or has farts that smell like freedom.**

Screw that, Disney is for kids. But... even as I say that, I realize we're pretty much custom made, for all of our flaws. I love how beautifully imperfect we are together, insomnia, wet willies, wacky miscommunications, wiggly bellies, bad knees, and all.

Love is an act of will, not something that is on a checklist. It is not an obligation (YAY!). I love that he chooses me.

Amber

PS: This is the second attempt at this post. I accidentally closed the window the first time. *snerk*

*Yeah, that happened. Yeah, I started it. I ride a funny line between adorable and annoying. Chuck is OK with that.

**His farts smell like apple pie.

Current Mood: insomnia-rific!
Current Music: Maria Mena

I love Chuck because he is intensely geeky. Like the burning of a thousand suns in the Delta Quadrant in a Dyson sphere of quirky sweetness. Like the Dungeon Master, that is smiling before you roll your first die. Like the Tall-Dark-And-Handsome wanderer that walks into the Wolf's Wood Tavern like he owns the place, and you better hope you like to get boff(er)ed. Like the dark-side hacker who makes joining up, getting the free toaster oven, and being badass look goooooood.

He is the Mulder to my Skully, the Wolverine to my Jean Grey (Suck it, Summers!), the less-douchebaggy Angel to my less-ditzy Buffy. He's the V to my Evie. The snarky, LARPing, power gaming Johnny to my snarky, LARPing, interested in flavor text but still good at Magic me. He works for Wizards of the Coast, for craps sake. In my world, geek is not an insult. Sometimes, it's freakin' MANDATORY. When I am lying awake at night trying to solve a quandry a CHARACTER of mine is having, it's really nice for the person next to me to not think I'm crazy.

Right now, he's at GenCon having a blast with fellow Wizards. There are things he helped create are on display for other nerds to squee about. I am jealous as hell but so proud of him.

Let me give you an example. When Chuck and I first started dating, my hands were bandaged due to a critical dexterity fail. We drunkenly wandered the halls at Norwescon, coming up with this story of how it happened. In the end, my super hero alter ego was attacked by Abrasive Man, my arch nemesis.

A few weeks later, I got this email from Him Riley, who told me that he knew about my secret identity and that he had information on Abrasive Man. I received a manila envelope dropped off at my house with a docket of information and printouts of records of his recent whereabouts. Sadly, I never found the fiend on my forays with Agent Pockets (we kept getting distracted) but when I moved from that apartment I found a box filled with sandpaper and the final clue to the mystery. So. Awesome!

He ganked my heart. Most of my base are belong to him.

Amber

PS: (One more!) He's so l33t.

Current Mood: chipper

I love Chuck because Tuesdays are the official "miss each other" day for separate travel. We set it up so that we were free to move about the countryside and enjoy whatever we happen to get into even if we are apart. Come Tuesday, we know somebody out there is shmoopy for us. As a side benefit, it leaves the rest of the week to give each other crap for shmoop and twitterpation on off days.

Which these posts are a great example.

It's Tuesday. I miss him. I should really go to bed now.

Amber

Current Mood: sleepy

I love Chuck because he does the laundry.

Seriously.

My domestic-stuff index is low. Just yesterday I stood in the kitchen holding a pyrex pan and had to mentally go over the steps of what the deuce to do with it before I could act. It's not like it's hard, but it's kind of foreign. It's a pain in the ass to anyone who lives with me, I bet. ;)

Sometimes I imagine Chuck is running around in a ninja outfit (hawt!) just...doing the things that need to be done. He never makes a big deal about it, but a week with him is a quiet list of a hundred little loving acts of service. I appreciate the little ways he lets me know how much he cares.

<3

Amber

Current Mood: working

I joined twitter today since Chuck can't use any internet on his phone while in the midwest. I was rewarded with tweets, but I am otherwise dubious.

I love Chuck because he is a grounding influence. I am many things, but those things are usually fast moving and somewhat chaotic. There are times that I burn both ends of both ends of the candle.

Chuck knows how to get me to stop when I need to without being overbearing. This is especially good when I'm sick or otherwise NEED a break but I just want to finish these three to eleventy "last" things...

Once I've actually admitted I'm sick/busted/stressed out, he's there, as sweet and caring as can be. :)

Amber

Current Mood: okay

This one will be short because I'm on my iPhone and I'm really sleepy. But I love Chuck because we fight well. I can explicitly remember the number if not the content of our fights ever and they fit on one hand.

We make up well too.

Amber

PS: In addition, since it won't quite make it's own day, I love the way I know Chuck is staring at my ass when he drops me off at work in the morning.

Current Mood: calm

Chuck has started his work trip to Gencon. It sounds like it is going to be REALLY fun but I'll miss him. The booth bunnies had better be nice to him!

Anyway, for each of the 10 days he's out of state, I will post one thing that I love about him. They are in no particular order...it's more like whatever I think about him when I sit down to write.

This is the first one:

I love how Chuck is when we're both in the car singing something (radio, Ipod, random made up lyrics) at the top of our lungs. We both really get into it. We'll be flailing our hands and whipping our heads around and squinching our eyes (well, whoever isn't driving) and it's so much fun even though we look like total idiots. Chuck is a fun boyfriend; I love the way we make each other laugh.

<3

Amber