A lot has happened in the last five year. Some things have been very bad, but others have been very good. Either way, there’s no one else I would rather with me on this journey.
Happy Anniversary, Jose!
I love you the most.
A friend once told me that she knew she’d met the right person for her when she realized she’d rather be with him than be alone. That may sound obvious, but let me explain.
See, I was never a girl who dreamed about my wedding, or really thought about being married, or imagined my future husband. I figured it would happen when it happened. I went through high school, and college, and the early days of my career and didn’t worry — at least not TOO much — about how I hadn’t yet found the person who was right for me.
I’ve always been pretty independent, and I’ve always been pretty good at making myself happy. More often than not, I was content to just do my own thing. It didn’t bother me to spend a Friday night at home alone. On the contrary, I often looked forward to it! Sure, there were times I wished I had somebody, but on the flip side — hey, all that time just for me!
That’s how I interpret my friend’s remark from many years ago. For me to give up that alone time? To consent to having to compromise on my Friday night ideas of what to watch, or what to eat, or what to do, or where to go? To compromise on everything, ever? The person that made me want to do that, and do that for the rest of my life — well, I’d have to like him quite a lot.
It turns out that what they say is true — sometimes you really do “just know.” Sometimes it really does just “feel right.” When I met Jose, I realized pretty quickly that I wanted to be with him more than I wanted to be alone.
All the cliches are true. He’s my biggest fan. He’s my best friend. He’s always got my back. But most of all, he makes me happy every single day.
So exactly a year ago, I did the best thing I’ve ever done. I married him!
My dad is an interesting guy. He works crazy hours, doesn’t like to be wrong, and eats tomato soup and spinach–together. He’s always there when you need him, but is usually very predictable. Then sometimes he surprises you.
My mom is wonderful. She deals with two dozen energetic kindergarteners each day of the week and still has time to make sure her own kids are taken care of. For years, she’s been saying she wants diamond earrings, but I don’t know if she ever really expected to get them.
Yesterday was their 25th anniversary. Dad surprised us. Mom got the earrings.