So I recently did some counting and realized it's (approximately) my ten year anniversary with the Hubster. You know, sometime in March(ish).
I'm really bad at dates (REALLY). I completely forgot Wesley's 26th, and I'm forever having to look at the calendar to be sure of my own kids' birthdays. You would think my BEING THERE and, oh, having sort of a Major Role in the whole three ring circus would help. But, no. I still suck at dates.
Wesley and I started dating in the dawn of the digital camera.
When I had jersey nails and he worked out too much.
We met in Spanish class and bonded over defiling text books with inappropriate thought bubbles and drawings of genitalia.
The birth of something beautiful.