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Archives from 2002-2006

I met him when we were working at the same company in Corvallis, Oregon. I was tethered by a phone to a front office desk, where I made surreptitious cow eyes at him when he’d stride by once a day to the mailroom.

We moved to Las Vegas in 1999, and on New Year’s Eve he dropped to one knee in the midst of a shower of confetti and celebratory dance floor whoops and in his hand was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen.

In Seattle we moved from a dilapidated apartment to our first home. A dog joined us, and eventually a baby. We weathered a thousand storms, and at least one excruciatingly dark period from which I never believed we’d be able to emerge with our marriage intact.

We started as an unfettered young couple who partied and drank together every day; we stand together now as two people rapidly approaching middle age but stronger and healthier than ever.

We have two perfect children and a million shared stories.

Recently we sat together in a tiny wood-paneled office and signed the most grown-up documents I’ve ever seen: power of attorney, health care directive, last will and testament. I don’t quite know how to describe it, but as unromantic as the moment was, it nevertheless felt like a renewal of vows. It felt like a serious, loving commitment to our shared life, like the day we stood in front of our family and were declared as husband and wife.

That day—the day we kissed as a married couple for the first time—happened ten years ago today. I have never stopped wondering how I got so lucky. I have never been so sure of having made the best decision of my life.

Happy anniversary, John. I love you so goddamned much.

The first 60-degree day we’ve had in I don’t know how long, scrubbed-clean skies, flowers and birds everywhere. A morning spent lazing in the sun, picnics and barbecue in the backyard, exploring an amazing new-to-us park before sunset. Damn, Sunday was so awesome.

It is, of course, cloudy and raining again now. Plus, epic pollen count, man. EPIC.

Did you have a good weekend?

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