It’s crazy to think we’ve only been married for three years. I suppose that’s because we met 12 years ago and have one and a half babies already. But still. It feels like forever. And I mean that in the best possible way. When I met Chris, you could say I kind of knew I would marry him. Or at least I was hoping. Though I never would’ve admitted it then since it started as a college fling. But I knew. I was almost late for my own college graduation because we fell asleep on the phone (he had already graduated) and my alarm never went off! Now that is true love, guys. Things were rocky somewhere in the middle there for a while. Breakups, disappearances, tears (on my end). My friends even got me that book He’s Just Not That Into You one year for Christmas as a way of sending a not-so-subtle message. But I ignored them. Because I knew. Then it all just came together. We reconnected, moved in together, then things got rocky again because living together is hard!, then we got engaged, followed by more rocks because being engaged pretty much sucked and we really should have eloped and then came marriage and a baby in a baby carriage. But first came love, of course. It’s so cliché, but I married my best friend and I hope our children see that and learn just how important friendship is when it comes to finding love. He drives me crazier than any person on planet Earth, and makes me equally as happy. I mean really, who knew?
Happy anniversary, sweet husband.