December 1, 1996 we met again. At a baby naming ceremony for the same relatives wedding we attended back in 1993. I saw him standing on the stair case. I watched him look back at me. This time we mingled. We talked for 2 hours. I kept pouring more and more orange juice just to stay talking around the table in the kitchen. I knew. I just knew. And moreover, I told my parents that I knew. As we drove away from the party that day, back up to Northern California, I told them that one day I was going to marry that boy.
January 22, 2000 we met once more. This time, at the end of a long, beautiful white aisle. He was the strapping young man in black. I was the princess with the annoyingly delicate beaded veil in white. This time when we met up, we kissed. Under the Chuppah. And made it legal. I'm not letting him get away this time...
In the past twelve years that we've been together we've:
... moved ten times
... changed jobs six times
... bought one house
... sold one house
... owned eleven personal / company cars
... sold seven personal cars
... traveled to sixteen countries on 4 continents
... got a puppy
... had two children
... been pregnant during two anniversaries
... lived in four different countries
... been in 9,250,146 arguments ... where I've been right 9,250,142 times, though he'd never admit it...
Where did the time go? How should we celebrate? Diamonds earrings? Nope - got those a few years ago. Change in the U.S.? Nope - got that a few days ago. A family vacation? You got it!
Next month we're taking a heavily anticipated family vacation... to Phuket, Thailand! One last hoorah before baby #3 comes along and we really need a vacation.
Happy Anniversary to us! We've come a LONG way baby.