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!