Eleven years and one day ago I nervously waited for you to show up for a “definitely wasn’t but then it was” first date. As much as I wanted to play it cool and act like I wasn’t really that interested in you, I couldn’t deny this feeling in my gut that pulled me toward you with magnetic force.
Four years ago I walked down the aisle without a sliver of doubt in my mind about you. I just knew you were it for me.
And now, look what we’ve made together…
We’ve transitioned from students, to graduates, to working professionals. From friends, to boyfriend/girlfriend, to fiancee, to husband and wife, to (OMG) parents. We’ve lived in four different residences together now, and called four different cities our home over the past 11 years, and soon enough we will add another to that list. But really, it doesn’t matter so much where we are, because wherever you and Prim are, that’s where I belong.
For all the highs, lows, adventures, triumphs, and trials to come, there’s no one I’d rather have by my side besides you. (And what about all the stuff we’re going to do next year?! I’m so excited, but mostly because I know you’ll be right there next to me for all of it.)
Happy anniversary, Kace. Here’s to four/eleven years, and to four hundred more. I love you so, so much.