Lucky 13

Thirteen years ago this weekend, Skip and I started our life together. God, I can't believe it's 13 years. THIRTEEN YEARS! Wow! That's impressive.

All those years ago, we knew each other in passing, he'd once challenged me to a drinking competition (classy), I won (classier). This particular night 13 years ago, however, we ended up sitting at a bus stop chatting and smoking cigarettes until the sun came up. That was it. We were done.

In the 13 years between then and now, we've partied, studied, had many different job, lived in many different houses, we've circumnavigated the country, we've had losses, we've had gains. There have been good times, bad times, funny times and sad times. We've cheered together and gasped in shock together. We've grown up together. We got married. We bought our first home together. We had two beautiful daughters.  We have a whole vault full of precious memories.

I know that I'm a very different person to what I was 13 years ago, just 21 years old. I would never have or could never have imagined where we would end up. The life we would create with each other. We've grown and changed together. I can't imagine another existence than what I have been given. What Skip's given me.

Thanks, Skip, for the past 13 years, what a wild ride it's been. I love you very much, 100% (and I do know that you read this blog).