Six years ago yesterday, I entered into my first ever dating relationship. Yes, that's right, I was 19 years old before I started dating. I saved myself. I guarded my heart. And God truly blessed me. I married that man--the one with whom I shared my first kiss, the only one my heart has ever loved, the one who makes me laugh so hard I cry (I'm not looking forward to incontinence--that will NOT be good), the one whose shirts I have stained with my running mascara as tears stream down my cheeks, the one who never gets mad when I forget my purse or lose his keys or spill my plate of spaghetti.
Last week, I remembered this fun anniversary was coming up and I could hardly believe it. But I also feel as if I've spent a lifetime loving him already. I look forward to many more years with you, Babe.
(a couple of the very first pictures of us.)