This is the week D and I met ten years ago. We narrowed it down to today to the best of our remembrance. The plan tonight is to go to the place we met up and have drinks and dinner. We’re bringing Frey with us, because Jackson is going out of town, and I don’t want to leave her home alone. She already knows the truth about everything (regarding how/why we met and the aftermath), so it doesn’t feel weird to bring her along.

I can’t believe it has been 10 years. It doesn’t feel like it has been that long. An entire decade passing by in the blink of an eye. I wish I could say we had another decade to go, decades even, but I think it’s safe to say that we do not. I feel a lot of sadness about that.

Still – I want to celebrate this milestone. It feels like a big deal.