Sometime in the next 24 hours will be our eighth anniversary together. I say “sometime” because (as you may know) I (we) was (were) a little inebriated. To be honest, I was the drunkest, but hey: we were at a New Year’s party! We were competing to see who could drink the most! We had also spent the previous night drunk at my place, lighting things on fire in the kitchen sink. Good times. Although I was feeling pretty rough when I finally got home. Drinking for two days straight will do that.
I often hear stories of how people knew when they first met their spouse that he or she was “the one”. I can’t say that was necessarily true for Paul and me. The first thing he ever said to me was “who is she, and why is she in my house?” My first memory of Paul is him saying that while jamming a toque over his head.
Okay, so he had just woken up after working for an ungodly amount of hours at Stockhouse, and found a strange girl in his house. I’d have been kind of pissed off, too.
It didn’t take long for us to become inseparable, heh. About two weeks, to be exact.
I’m not one to write a bunch of mushy stuff, but I am so happy that Paul is my husband/partner/buddy/love.
I love you!
(I’m still not convinced that there really wasn’t a kangaroo. Maybe Cupid is a kangaroo?)
Dale Said:
on December 31, 2008 at 8:28 am
Congrats you two!
lexitarian Said:
on December 31, 2008 at 9:07 am
Congrats!
aurantifolia Said:
on January 4, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Eight years!!! Belated congratulations, you two! :)