Anniversary!

7 years ago I married Husband.

We met when I was 17. We lived in the same dorm, 3 doors down from each other at Southern Methodist University. I spotted him the first week and called him my hottie. He had long hair and a longer last name. I thought he was 'ethnic.' He had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend. Both were back home. We became best friends. He farted in front of me and told me that we had reached a new level of comfort in our friendship. I was in love. He drove me around in his Integra with exhaust. He was so cool. We drank too much. We smoked a lot. The front steps of our dorm were where we smoked, talked, puked, and laughed.
2 years later we went to Boston to visit a friend at MIT. It was snowing. We fell in love.

I'm not his storybook romance. I'm not his type of girl. He likes 'em big and brunette. He likes women who can sing and are frugal. He got none of those things in me. Little did he know that I would be what he wanted. He owes me a thank you. I knew from day one.

There's no one else I'd rather be living life with. He's smart. Smarter than anyone I've ever met. He's rational and logical... which frequently makes me mad. He holds me accountable. He's brilliant and funny and genuine. He laughs a lot. He likes Xanadu and Texas Hold 'em. He's the best friend you'll ever have. He's honest and thoughtful. And he's mine. Happy Anniversary Husband! Can we go to Hawaii next year?