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eight or nine years

eight or nine years, depending on your perspective, that is.

nine years ago today, i got in my car and drove out to Framingham, MA to have dinner with a girl i had been talking to on the phone the night before, and chatting with on IRC for days prior.

dinner was nervous. conversation was wonderful. it continued in the cold parking lot until well after the restaurant closed.

exactly one year later, we stood in a gazebo overlooking a pond, on a snowy, windy day in Marlborough, MA. i could barely hear the Justice of the Peace over the noise of the wind, and the geese.

eight years since, we’ve been through good times and bad. four apartments and two houses. a variety of jobs and colleges. driven through 34 states (and the District of Columbia).

in my adult-life before i met my wife, those statistics looked like: three rented rooms. one or two jobs. one college. a couple states. and no District of Columbia.

i love you, carrie, happy anniversary!

posted in minutiae by mike, on February 10, 2009

4 responses to “eight or nine years”

Frank says:


(ok, now get a room) :-p

posted on February 10, 2009

carrie says:

Okay, now I get to feel bad that Frank reads your site more than I do! Happy (late) Anniversary, honey!

posted on February 12, 2009

Rob says:

You left out the part about proposing in the farm field at the end of our road. Oh yeah, and the part about not telling anyone until we discovered it accidentally on the web.

posted on February 28, 2009

mike says:

wait, you found the carrie that was married to pedro! not the same carrie.

posted on February 28, 2009