Eight and a half years ago, I met my wife.
Seven and a half years ago, I found the courage (via AIM) to ask my future wife out on a date.
Two weeks later, she broke up with me. Apparently, it was because she didn’t want to spoil our friendship. Blah! Word of advice girls: that doesn’t make it any neater.
Seven years ago, after a wonderful summer together, I began dating my best friend.
Three years ago today, we were married in an outdoor chapel pieced together with hand-hewn stones overlooking Grandfather Mountain.
Two years ago, we left our mountain home in search of new adventures, and new jobs.
One year ago, we shared a brief glimpse at the beautiful tapestry of life God has been weaving around us.
Today, my best friend and I woke up to the sound of our baby crying in our room and our puppy trying to break through the wall and do her part to help (or at least enjoy) the situation.