You can't see my feet but I am standing on the pool table at my parents' house because I was 21 and drinking a lot. I know you're jealous of my mid-2000s shrug...
I thought I was going to stay in radio and host a morning show. Move around the country where the jobs were. Get a tiny apartment and finally learn how to cook. Go on a string of bad dates so that I would have something to talk about on this morning show of mine.
But as life so often does, there were other plans for me. I met a guy through this radio job and quickly fell in love. And the dreams of 21 year old me changed and shifted to just dreaming of being with this guy.
I didn't want to move unless he could come with me. I didn't want to work in morning radio because it was less time with him. I wanted to live with him because I never wanted to be away from him. I didn't want to learn to cook because he did it for me (well, to be honest, in those early years he took me out to dinner. A lot. Cooking came later).
If you had told me on my twenty-first birthday that it would be my last as a dateless lady, I wouldn't have believed you. If you told me that I was going to meet the man I would marry a few months later, I would have said you were crazy. It's true what they say - love finds you when you stop looking for it.
So today we celebrate eight years together. Eight years since you asked if you could double dip on our first date and you brought me Jason Mraz's Tonight, Not Again CD instead of flowers. It feels like no time at all, but I don't remember what life was like without you in it. Thanks for changing my 21st year and every year since. I'm so glad I didn't know it all at 21. It means we get to go through all of life's unpredictables together. Happy Eight Years!
My College Graduation, December 2007
Our wedding, demonstrating our secret handshake, June 2010
Rockefeller Center, December 2013
(Sorry, I was going to PicMonkey collage these all nicely but it just wasn't cooperating.)