10 years ago this month, a very handsome, buzz-cut wearing sailor and his friend came knocking at our front door during a girls weekend dance party. How very brave of them to see a group of girls having a blast, and think, “we should go meet them”. Well, I’m certainly glad they did. Sparks flew immediately….ok, sparks flew after I sobered up and we re-met the following day. These are minor details.
Even though he deployed for 6 months in June of that year, and I said to him after a month of casual dating, “I hope you don’t think I’m going to wait for you or anything”, and even though my Dad specifically said, “stay away from sailors” when I left to move to California, we somehow managed to work it out, and here we are a decade later.
Hubs, I love you. I’m so happy the universe brought us together. Cheers to the next ten years! May they be as eventful as the last.