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Today marks the second anniversary of the best, brightest, and most perfect thing I have ever done in my life – on this day in 2008, my perfect Mate and I joined with a select few in a ritual that bestowed upon us the treasured titles of Husband and Wife. This Hallowe’en dark sentiment is dark in the sense that I talked about on Day 28. Take a moment to revisit that and then come back here. I’ll wait.

A year ago I posted an article titled Observations of a Blessed Man that likewise commemorated the magickal day Mrs. LFM became Mrs. LFM, and talked about how every tiny aspect of the process was effortless and perfect. Effortless and perfect in that way that speaks of deeper meanings than those that simply spring from flesh, blood, and lust.

There was one thing that happened that day I haven’t written about before. About two weeks prior to our wedding day, I injured the ring finger of my left hand resulting in a swollen knuckle that was taking forever to settle down, and persistently stayed just swollen enough to prevent the properly sized ring destined to be worn on that finger from sliding into place. As of minutes before the start of the ceremony, the ring still wouldn’t go on, leading to me informing She Who Would Be Officiating that the ring would have to be temporarily installed on another finger instead.

So, the ceremony began, and when it came time for Diana to bestow The Precious upon me I felt her take my left hand and slide it over the tip of my injured ring finger. As the time came for her to send it home, I felt the ring slowly approach the previously uncooperative and obstructive knuckle, touch it gently, slide over it without discomfort to me or any sign of slowing down, and then right to where it rests to this blessed day. I didn’t watch it happen, I only felt it, but the sensation was as though the ring resized itself all the way on, maintaining constant and gentle contact with my flesh over the entire length of my finger. When our photographer asked mere minutes later if she could have our rings for a photograph, I discovered that it refused to come off.

My next series of articles will tell the unusual story of how Mrs. LFM and I came to be together. I first wrote the start to The Sword and the Snowflake years ago, but never finished it for a variety of reasons, mostly having to do with the need to locate photographs and documentation. Well, thanks to Mrs. LFM that process is complete and the story can be told.

So now, it being our anniversary, I’m going to focus all my attention on my Wife, and end with a Frank Sinatra version of the song I talked about in last year’s anniversary article – Cole Porter’s You’d Be So Nice to Come Home To.

To the Love of my life, I’ll repeat the words I wrote a year ago – you were, you are, and you always will be Baby. Happy Anniversary.