Two years ago today I was grumpily getting ready to go dancing with my cousin and our friend. I hated dancing as a girl’s night activity. You spend your whole evening chasing off pushy guys and not talking to your friends. I’ve said it before, and I’ll probably say it again, I distinctly remember standing in the bathroom straightening my hair and yelling at God, “It’s not like I’ll meet my future husband tonight.”
Then there was his smile. I won’t lie. I noticed him straight away. And my first thought was that I wanted to get to know him. My next thought was of being disappointed because his friend asked me to dance instead. Then elation as he came and talked to me and danced with me and asked for my number. Just to prove I was a nut case? I’m pretty sure I posted this from my boss’ house while fretting about having texted him after our first date. And I wrote this the next morning after we’d planned our second. Going back and reading my excitement makes me just grin and grin.
You never know when life will hit you. Two years ago I was the girl who didn’t want to get married soon. I had decided I would rock the high-profile non-profit career. Then B came into my life. We had three short weeks to date and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fallen in love with him before he left, after all, I wrote him a love song before he left. In three short months I would agree to move in with him. After nine months total I would agree to marry him and then turn around and do it.
It’s hard to believe that we’re celebrating our second set of holidays as a married couple. That we’ve known each other for two whole years now. Since we were always the whirlwind couple, this stretched time thing is pretty awesome.
He’s brought nothing but adventure to my life since he came in. I still look forward to waking up next to him every morning and cuddling in his arms to sleep every night. His kisses still give me butterflies. He still surprises me. If I had a choice I’d still spend every day just hanging out with him. He’s my best friend, he’s my lover. He’s the one I turn to when I’m sad and need a shoulder to cry on. The one I run to when I’m hurt and need a hug. The one I want to share all my joys with.
It’s been two great years, here’s to all the rest to come.