Dear Diary,
Well, it’s our five year marriage anniversary today. We’ve been together so long, yet it feels like only a brief week has flown by. We’ve been through so, so much together… It’s truly unbelievable.
Just last year, we made second chair cellist for the Canterlot Royal Symphony. We were beyond proud and quite shocked when we received the news. We’d practice for it restlessly some nights. Although the stress over the audition caused a few minor arguments, we still loved each other dearly in the end. We always will… Since the first day I met her, the feelings have remained.
Ponies around us have grown far more accepting of our relationship throughout the years. Ponies have stopped staring, stopped laughing, and even my mom admitted it was a real relationship. My dad’s still a bit confused over the whole thing, though. Other than him, we can go to parks, stores, cafés, restaurants, and even museums together without being criticized. Even if it took all these long years, I knew it would be worth it when everypony stopped being so stubborn. Either that, or I’ve just been able to block it out better throughout the years…
Even if ponies have started accepting us, we still have little things that bother us within our relationship. The biggest dilemma is we’ll never be able to have children because my lover’s a girl… I can’t help that, though. I’m hoping that we can soon adopt a foal of our own. We’d both like a little filly, ourselves. Since we’re both mares, it would be a bit easier to cope with one… All the paperwork and bits, though. The process seems very complicated...
On a brighter note, for our anniversary, we did a lot. The first thing we did this morning was watch our wedding video. Watching the old tape brought back so many memories of that glorious day. I remember pulling back the veil on top of my sweetheart’s scroll and landing a soft kiss on the very tip of her head. Only a few ponies showed up, unfortunately. My mother, father, dear friend Vinyl Scratch, sister, private teacher from my foalhood, and a couple other personal friends and distant relatives. We didn’t have an extravagant wedding. The event took place in a small park near a pond on a Sunday afternoon. We had a simple, two-layer cake, string quartet (I knew the head violinist personally), a few trays of snack items, and my grandmother legally married us. We stood under a white arch when we took our vows, which we had written ourselves. Every time I see our sealing kiss, my heart skips a beat. It makes me feel lucky to be able to watch the greatest moment of my life as much as I’d like.
The one thing very special I did for my wife today, was take her to a music store in Canterlot, and get her thoroughly cleaned, polished, and have a fresh set of strings put on her. She felt rather guilty because she couldn’t do anything for me in return. I told her she’d given me the most wonderful years of my life, and that she shouldn’t worry about it.
Wow…we really have been through a lot…Even now she’s simply resting in her corner. She looks so beautiful with the moonlight reflecting off her freshly-polished, wooden surface. She’s still wearing that golden band around the peg to her D string, as well. She hasn’t taken it off once since she first put it on. She really is amazing…
Well, seven is rolling around, and I think it’s time to practice that little solo I bought from the music store while I was there. My wife helped pick it out. It’s a lovely little piece in e minor. The accompanist’s part for piano is pretty nice, as well. I haven’t got around to playing it, yet, but it does seem rather fun. I’m sorry for my sudden departure, but you know how impatient my mare can get.
Love always,
your happy musician, Octavia