After the lights go out, we lay together, my head on his shoulder, just talking. Our conversation dips and wanders and I marvel at our growth. We talk of parallel universes and the possibilites that might have been. I laugh, enjoying being a geek with him. And I look back at when we married, at all the change that has come since then. How we hid our geekiness, or let it out in socially acceptable little bites, careful to cloak it with a brief mocking. And now, we live as geeks, openly gloriously because this is who we have become as our lives have intertwined. Our love for each other has created an environment where we are able to be fully who we were created to be. It isn't always easy or pretty, and we're definitely not cool. But the freedom to be fully me is delicious. My husband's unconditional love and support has allowed me to flourish in so many ways.
And those conversations where we throw out crazy concepts like multiple universe theory or discuss how old Senator/Chancellor/Emperor Palpatine really is? They're pretty awesome.