All Because Two People Fell in Love

     Ten years ago, this evening, was the first day we were back to university after Christmas break in first year, and a certain young man invited me up to his residence room to watch a movie. We had met four months earlier during frosh week when he had been touring our residence with guitar in hand, and apparently my first words to him were, "Guitar? Hot." (Classy, no?)

   For four months we had been friends, gone to the gym/ pool together, and all along I couldn't help but notice how well we got along. We just clicked. So on this January night ten years ago, I finally conceded to his advances, and haven't regretted it once.

     I am becoming more and more aware of just how lucky I am to have found this guy, especially in the last year or two. I am so happy with our life, and thankful that he facilitates it. I am so proud of him for working as hard as he does, and for still finding time to actively pursue his dreams. I am proud of him for researching and caring about things that affect our family and for doing his best to look out for us. I am proud of him for not being a sheep, and for doing hard things even when he doesn't want to. I am proud of him for always being open to ways to better himself. I am proud of him (and me) for surviving almost four years as parents, and I am proud to know that even in tough times, we know our love reigns, no matter how sleep deprived or worn thin we are. I love you, Josh.

10 years. 7 houses. 2 universities. 13 jobs. 2 kids, 2 cats, 2 dogs. 2 miscarriages. 1 solid relationship.
All because two people fell in love.

Our first date:
going to "Fake New Year's" at the bar the first weekend back to school