Married

Rob and I got married 8 years ago today. I was 21 years old. A little young, like a decade young. Three children later, I'm still sticking around. Mainly for Rob's next joke. Thanks for keeping me laughing all these years. Love you.

A while ago, I framed the journal entry I wrote right before our first date. It's currently hanging over our toilet. Please don't over analyze that. I typed it for all the world to see below. It's exactly how I wrote it 10 years ago. I was 19 years old.

*Forgive the oversized blurry picture. I thought of this post at 10:00pm last night and quickly took this picture. I wanted to show us holding the actual framed journal entry. And I wanted us looking in love. Check and Check.

Feb.12, 2001

So I can't even concentrate on anything. Because I met a person today* that I can't stop thinking about. And it's weird because I never get like this. I mean, I do but never this bad. I mean this is like CHASE WESTFALL* bad, well maybe not THAT bad. Chase was pretty amazing. Cause this guy, I think his name is Rob, but I'm not quite sure, wants to hang out tonight like for dinner or something. I will be going home in about 45 minutes to get ready for this little date. Ok Ok ... I know this sounds weird and it's probably because I've been at this college for too long but nevermind ...  I think he could be the guy I've been looking for. Ok that's psycho I know that. I really do, I mean in one day? But I don't know if he looks at all people like this, but he looks at me in a way I have always dreamed of a guy to look at me. Like there is something in his eyes that is just different. Ok, most guys like him do . . . but it's fun just to have it like this right now and just think that someday it will feel like this FOREVER. Like someday, I will find someone that I can have a conversation like I had with Rob everyday ... Man, I hope that's his name. I'm in the LIBRARY right now and there was this guy sitting next to me that I just felt like was reading this. So I'm all hunched over this letter trying to write small. The only problem with this is that if it goes bad, then I can never enjoy El Camino Real* ever again because it will ... nevermind. I don't know what I'm talking about. But you know what today's lunch felt like, the lunch felt like? Lightning. The kind of lightning from Meet Joe Black*. Like the conversation from the diner. Not that this guy is BRAD PITT . . . I wish! But he does have those electric eyes ... I hope he's dressed cool ... like I could really be turned off if he's dressed badly ... I mean my roommates are meeting him and I just want him to look NORMAL.

*We met in the cafeteria lunch line and ate together. As we put our trays away, Rob asked me out on this date.
*Chase Westfall = High school crush that's not on Facebook. Boo
*El Camino Real = Rob's college band. He wore eyeliner on stage!
*Meet Joe Black = I've completely forgotten what this reference means. I need to watch it again.

That's it. The date was horrible but that's another story. It wasn't because of his clothes though. If we make it to our ninth anniversary I promise to tell it.