The Story of Us

We met while working in a coffee shop. I was a senior in high school, and he was attending art school in Pittsburgh. I had a thing for bad boys, and he had a ponytail, played guitar and regularly rocked out in the local music scene, very much looking the part of a bad boy (only to find out he's the nicest boy I'd ever meet). He made me laugh for hours every time we worked together behind the bean counter, and I started slowly growing more and more intrigued. At a casual work function, he played his guitar and entertained everyone with his silly songs. Then, that same night, he played "Everlong" by the Foo Fighters. There was something about the way he sang that song at that very moment that made me melt, and I was hooked. A month or so later, we went to my senior prom together. He forgot my corsage, and I was in awe at how nicely he cleaned up. The next day, as we were driving back from our after-prom outing, there was a moment when I looked over at him in the driver's seat and felt an overwhelming sense of calm and peace wash over me. It was in that defining moment that my heart nestled into place with the tranquility of having found my other half. I knew we were perfect for one another. I knew we would grow and change together. And I knew we would get married.

Here we are, 12 years later, celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary together. He still makes me laugh, he still entertains me with his silly songs, and he still makes me melt with the love that he exudes, especially for the little family that we've created. I know I'm amazingly lucky to have found the love of my life, and I count him as one of my greatest blessings every single day. Happy anniversary, babe!