On this day, 12 years ago, I married my high school sweetheart, the love of my life, my soulmate.
We were just two goofy young kids, in love, ready to start our lives together. We stood on the doorstep of adulthood together.
Ours is a traditional girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy, boy eventually falls in love with girl and boy and girl live happily ever after, love story. A story I’m proud and happy and grateful to be apart of every single day.
19 years ago I met a boy. He was cute and smart and sweet and I knew from the moment I met him that we were destined to be more than friends. But, for quite sometime, I loved that boy from afar hoping he would one day return my affections, but too shy and embarrassed to do anything about it. Over the next couple of years we got to know each other a little better through our mutual friends. We were part of the same group of friends and found ourselves hanging out more and more. Then one day I discovered that the boy I had adored from afar for so long now felt the same for me. We started dating and the rest, is as they say, history.
Over four years after that fateful day me and that boy found ourselves standing together at the alter, exchanging vows and rings. 12 years later we are still very much in love. That boy that I met all those years ago in the hallway at school is now my husband, the father of my child, the man I am spending my forever with. That younger more naive me was right, she and that boy were destined to be more, much more.
Happy Anniversary, Babe! Here’s to many, many more wonderful years together.