August 25 marks six whole years with the love of my life. One of those years I’ve been lucky enough to call him my husband, but really he’s been my forever person since the day we met.
And because this week is a little extra special, I thought it deserved a post of its own. A cozy corner of the internet dedicated to our love story. Because if there’s one thing I’ll never get tired of is telling people how we met.
We met in 2019. I was working, minding my business, probably thinking about coffee or what show I’d rewatch that night. And then he walked in. I looked up and the second our eyes met everything else went fuzzy literally. My surroundings blurred like some kind of camera effect and it was just us. No background noise, no distractions, just one of those rare movie style moments that you feel before you even understand it.
It was love at first sight. I know that phrase is overused and over romanticized. But in my very strong opinion people who don’t believe in love at first sight just haven’t experienced the real thing yet.
We exchanged a few words. He walked out. And I genuinely thought that was it a fleeting moment with a very beautiful stranger who I’d probably write about in my journal and never see again.
But the universe (and apparently he) had other plans.
He came back a few days later to look for me and couldn’t find me. (he confessed that part to me later.) So what did he do? He came back again same day, same time one full week later. And this time? There I was standing there entirely unaware that I was about to meet my future husband. Again.
He asked for my number and I gave it to him like it was already written in the stars.
Two weeks later, we were driving over a bridge (yes, a bridge because apparently the universe was feeling very early 2000s romcom) with the skyline glowing and our favorite song playing and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes because duh.
And now six years later I get to call him my husband. He’s my 6’2”, brilliant, truly hilarious (like sitcom level funny) leading man. He makes even the quiet days feel like they belong in a romcom montage.
Loving him is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Being his wife is my favorite role. And this life we’ve built together? It’s not always perfect but it is soft, warm and beautiful in all the best ways.
So here’s to six years of love, laughter, and looking at him like it’s still the first time. And here’s to the next hundred.
Forever and then some,
Your very smitten wife