D and I first met six years ago. There are things about that night I’ll never forget, and that are particularly funny in hindsight. The funniest of all is that I left thinking he didn’t like me. Then just a couple of days later, on NYE, we started texting and just never really stopped. Now we’re married. Life’s unexpected in that way.
Happy meetaversary, babe. I love you. No regrets. ❤️
I purchased a tarot relationship reading from a friend and I’m very pleased with it. See below!
If you’re interested in your own reading:
Ever since our very first overnight trip together, to fucking Hannibal of all places, we’ve made a point of buying the tourist pics, and we’ve never regretted it. Even when they’re cheesy as fuck, like these.
File under: stuff I want to remember about my honeymoon.
In the airplane, before departure, D made up and sang the cutest little song about how flying first class to your honeymoon is awesome. He may look serious in a lot of the pics we take, but when it’s just us he’s super silly and fun. I just adore him.
Last night, in our private pool, he was carrying me around and said, “I was just trying to impress you with my knowledge of Metric, and now we’re married.” 💜💜
We sang along to this on the way home tonight, and it occurred to me that these could be wedding vows for us… in a way.