9 years ago there was the anticipation of forever. Of HOLYCRAPFOREVER!???? Of oh my goodness – I found my oh-so-cheesy-yes-this-is-it SOULMATE-forever so, let’s get married and make it official. 9 years ago I married a guy that I had known for 5 years as an acquaintance and known as a “boyfriend” for far, far less. A guy whom my parents weren’t really sure about. A guy whose parents at the beginning called me “The Girl.” We didn’t start out storybook. But, we kind of ended up that way. Storybook in the way that you hope that the fairytails work out in the long run. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl leave significant others for each other because it is just so much more “right” than they have ever experienced. And because it is magical. Girl gives up on dreams of a big-SF-city-life of advertising to live in tiny Truckee, CA. And loves it. Girl waits tables and boy does construction. Boy and girl snowboard a lot because it’s the most fun they’ve ever had. Boy and girl decide it’s time to start something remarkable. Together. A business. A family. A life.
Today we have a do have a pretty remarkable life.
So, happy anniversary to us.