September 1, 2003
I had just turned 16, he was 18. At first we communicated through instant messenger, than I finally got a cell phone and we talked every night. I wasn’t allowed to drive to see him at first, but after a summer of my parents driving me up at least once a month and a pair of forgotten rental gloves, I was allowed to make the journey alone. And I did, as many times as I could. We went to prom, Mexico and camp together. It was a great two years. Then I broke up with him. For a year and a half, he was always on my mind but I was too angry or stubborn or scared to contact him. We finally did reconnect and eventually started dating again.
September 1, 2007
At the end of May 2008, he asked me to marry him. How could I say no? And so. We’ve now been married 6 months; how time has flown. And yet, it feels like it’s been like this forever. In a way, I suppose it has, 6 and a half years is a long time to know someone. I am so blessed to be able to share my life with my best friend. I remember before we met thinking how romantic high-school sweethearts were, and then I realized, I’m part of that. Of course, things aren’t always perfect, but even through the rough patches, I know I am deeply loved and I am so thankful to be able to give my love in return.
August 8, 2009