Seven years ago today I met the love of my life. Three years ago, I married him. Words can’t truly express how awesome of a guy he is and how great a life we have together. (I know, gag.)
We went out to a yummy dinner to tonight to celebrate, in which the conversation revolved around work, vasectomies and him telling me I had a booger hanging out of my nose.
Oh, and the romantic reminiscing–
Me: “Can you believe we have been together 7 years?”
Tristan: “I know.”
Me: “I still remember our first date, and what you were wearing. It was that black polo shirt…. I think you still have it.”
T: “Oh yeah.”
Me: “Maybe you should throw it out if it’s 7 years old.”
T: “Yeah it got all kinds of holes in the armpits.”
Me: “So, you threw it out?”
T: “No, I still have it. I wear it all the time.”
It was great. And I don’t mean that sarcastically – I friggin love that guy. Marriage rules.