Almost 15 years ago I started dating Brian. We met working at McDonald's (how romantic). I was almost 16 and he was almost 18. We started as friends, as I was already dating someone at the time. When his senior prom came around he asked me to go as friends. Because I found him absolutely adorable and terribly funny I obviously said yes. Oddly enough, my boyfriend at the time was okay with this. On the night of his prom it became clear very quickly that I was dating the wrong boy. I felt that flutter people talk about. Even though we were there as friends and nothing more it was obvious there was something more. Within a week I dumped my boyfriend (poor guy) and started dating Brian. The rest, as they say, is history.
And that brings me to today 11 years ago, on this day I married my high school sweetheart. Over 11 years we have many ups and downs. Triumphs, tragedies, loss, beginnings. When I look back it sometimes feels like our wedding was only yesterday. Other times it feels like a lifetime ago. Whichever way I look at it I know I am lucky. I love my husband. A lot. He loves me too. Genuinely, truly, purely. We are friends more than anything else. I still find him adorable and terribly funny and I think he would say the same about me.
We get on each others nerves. We fight stupid fights over clothes on the floor or whiskers in the sink. But we fight fair. I think that is huge for us. We see this as a partnership and as partners we are equals. Which means you have to fight fair and you have to play fair.
So, happy anniversary to the same man who drives me nuts and who I love so dearly.