On this day, back in Baltimore, we got married. 13 years ago. We stood in front of family and friends, sharing vows we wrote separately for one another, exchanging rings with secret messages inscribed. We made a commitment to go through life together. In many ways it’s hard to imagine the number of years that have passed (we must have been 12 when we got married!), yet too much has happened for it not to have been more than a decade. I’m grateful to be in a relationship that has allowed for such growth, for each of us, and I appreciate the ways we’re still the same.
Although one of us doesn’t necessarily believe in the Universe doing its thing, the other one believes there was no coincidence in having been at the same birthday party with her future partner when she was a mere 3 year old. He’s still my favoritest. No matter what.