Ten years ago this summer, Bryan and I met, started dating, fell in love and I pretty much knew then he would be my babydaddy. Two years ago today we made that commitment legal in Jamaica (assuming it was legal).
Most people mark their anniversaries from their wedding date. The thing is, a wedding date is usually chosen because it falls on a Saturday, is convenient to certain people’s schedules, the venue was available and the weather was assumed to be perfect that time of year. All facts which say nothing to me about the significance and fatefulness of when true commitment begins. And disregards the hours, days, months, years before the wedding that you wash someone’s boxer briefs or hold their hair back when they’re puking.
Our story is ten years young. Happy 10th (2nd) anniversary, my love. Take a deep breath because baby is coming. Somehow.