Today marks ten years since I saw you walk around the corner of a university corridor and felt weak at the knees. Ten years ago today I first understood what the saying “blush to the root of your hair” meant. Ten years ago today that awkward dance started in which we tried to avoid each other all the while hoping to bump into each other, in which we argued over discussion topics while the rest of our university class watched on, in which we disguised attraction as irritation, and during which I never stopped thinking about you. Ten years ago today marks the start of the five long months it took us to figure out that we were meant to be together. Forever.
Ten years ago today marks the day I fell in love at first sight.
Two years ago today we promised to love, respect, and be true to each other for the rest of our lives. Two years ago we ate the world’s best wedding cake, we laughed and cried, and we danced to “At Last” by Etta James.
And now we celebrate our anniversary, as we anticipate adding a third to our family… at last.