Play-Learn-Grow-Repeat

Ten years ago, hubby and I were thrown together. Not because we were in all the same classes at a new school together. Our roommates, despite being grown adults and although they wanted to be together, were seemingly incapable of going anywhere without us. Through a series of forced interactions at all hours of the day and night, we quickly became good friends. Of course, the rest of the world could see that we were crazy about each other, long before we were able to admit it to each other. Or to ourselves…

Nine years ago, we decided to give it a shot. The decision could have been fueled by the after-effects of scorpion bowls. Maybe the liquor quieted the fears that cautioned us about risking the friendship…or maybe our hearts finally spoke louder than our heads.

Seven years ago, our frantic search to find jobs after law school led to us covering the east coast in resumes. Somehow, we managed to land jobs not just in the same state, but in the same courthouse.

Six years ago, before we started our new jobs after the clerkship, he proposed. It was right after I convinced myself that he would NEVER pop the question. It was also one of the few times in my life where I was truly speechless.

On July 2 five years ago, we were finally married.

It’s hard to believe five years has already gone by. In that short time, we’ve had our ups and downs. We’ve had professional successes. We have an amazing child together. Of all my accomplishments, he’s the one I’m the most proud of.

Next week, thanks to our family, my husband and I will be enjoying our first real vacation since Andrew was born. They are generously sending us away as an anniversary present. Andrew will probably be spoiled rotten by his grandparents and, hopefully, he won’t give them too hard of a time.

I can’t wait!

So, to my family, thank you again. To my husband, I love you. And to everyone else, have a great weekend with the ones you love.