nine

Twelve years ago I met a boy. I've thought a lot about our month long courtship and what specifically it was that knitted us together to survive long distance and the military and civilian life.

Nothing rings loud. When we drove each other nuts we couldn't seem to get rid of the other. During the everyday we'd talk endlessly on the phone... don't remind my daddy about the $2500 phone bill. oops

Nearly everyone of our major life decisions went like this:
David, what if we...
*got married in three months
*took the Washington command instead of San Diego
*got out of the Navy (this decision was made by email. that's military spousing)
*move to Houston without jobs
*buy a house 5 years earlier than we discussed
*start an olive ranch

David is not only my enormous best friend, lifter of heavy things, reacher of high things, rubber of feet
for whatever reason he has the ability to take my dreams and make them his own
my crazy, spontaneous, irrational, big big dreams

I don't feel like he simply tags along
he genuinely grabs hold of my passion and makes it reality with a commonly spoken sentence in our house

Ok, what do we need to do to make it happen

Maybe we didn't have an epic romance, but it seems to me, nine years later we are an unstoppable partnership. And I love that.

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