anniversary

Today is the second anniversary of the first time I came out to anyone.
It was at the beautiful beach house, the weather was freezing, and the wind was howling. We lit a fire, one of the three women I was with brought out a huge box of prawns, and we got cooking. I was given the task of peeling and chopping garlic, and I was so nervous, I peeled the whole bulb before anyone realized what I was doing. Finally, I said While we're in confession mode, perhaps it's time I told you all I'm gay. I was shaking so hard I had to put down the knife. One of the women turned around and said did I hear that right? And I nodded, and things erupted. Hugs all around, lots of wine, and great celebrating. The rice turned to mush as we forgot about it in our excitement. One of the other women there was also a lesbian, but it was one of the straight ones I had a crush on. We did get together eventually, but at the time, I was just glad to have told her first.
Today, two years later, there is another woman in my life. At least, I hope there will be when she has taken the time she needs to make the decisions she is making. I hope that this time next year, we'll be celebrating this together.