10 Years Later

Hey Babe,

Do you remember where it began? I mean when it began for real. I was working at the movie theater selling tickets. You came in with your sister to see something. I can’t remember what, I was too worked up about how handsome you were. I remember thinking, “I don’t know who that girl is, but I don’t like her.”

My hair was shoulder length and curly that day. I remember because I always feel self conscious when my hair is curly. Having a handsome boy talk to me just made that feeling worse. You bought your ticket and your sister walked away and you asked me.

“Would you like to go to homecoming with me?”

I can’t remember what I said. Do you? “Sure”, “Yes”, “Okay”. I don’t know. I do know I had a stupid grin on my face.

And it took you incredibly too long to walk back to the theater, because as soon as you did my friend Nichole and I squealed and there was lots of oh-my-goshing and he’s-so-cute. And I was shaking. I was so nervous talking to you.

And now here we are. Thirteen years after that. Ten years after our wedding.

So much has happened in those years and we’ve both changed and matured so much. But we are still steady, secure and full of love. More love then we started with, actually.

You’ve given me the life of my dreams. Love and acceptance that a lot of people don’t believe in anymore. I can count on you to be there for anything, anytime and I thank God every day that I get to walk through life with such an amazing guy.

Where will the next 10 years take us? I have no idea, but I can’t wait to find out.

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Happy Anniversary! I love you more than life.

Love,

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