Nizzibet slays dragons. She’d rather not. She’d rather bake bread and garden and have tea with friends. But dragons keep tearing up the landscape and making life miserable for everybody who isn’t a dragon. So she picks up her sword and goes to work. That’s the kind of lady she is.
Nizzibet and I have been together now for 18 years. During that time we’ve each been, at least, half a dozen different people. We’ve grown. We’ve changed. We’ve given each other the silent treatment. We’ve said too much. We’ve danced. We’ve made art. We’ve made family and expanded it. We’ve been each other’s cheerleaders. We have made a home in each other where the doors are always open and a warm fire is always burning.
Happy Anniversary to my favorite Mouse.