Yesterday was the 11-year anniversary of the day my wife and I first got together.
It was in college. We'd met only two days earlier and spent the entire day talking over coffee. She had perched herself up on a railing in the concourse of the UCD Arts Building while some of our other friends were playing around with her wheelchair. I decided to risk offering to let her lean on me for balance, which got me close enough to put my arm around her waist. She put her arms around my neck. We kept talking like that, until I took a chance and began stroking her neck. She smiled at me and I decided to go for broke. I leaned in and kissed her.
I was terrified. I'd never been so forward in my life. But she kissed me back, and we pretty much haven't stopped since.
Jen, I love you. You make every bad thing that happens easier to bear, and every good thing a hundred times better because I can share it with you. Here's to many, many more years together.
Both Jen and I have taken this Friday off work to treat ourselves. I'll also be taking the day off blogging, so my usual Friday post will be absent this week. Have a good weekend, everyone, and I'll be back on Monday.