On Our Way To Crazy

Oh my gosh, you guys. YOU GUYS. For weeks I’ve been planning to tell you a very important story today. I’ve been working out the details, writing funny lines in my head, planning the touchingly sweet conclusion. I was ready.

THEN. I realized I already told you this story. Three years and three hundred sixty four days ago. Why? Why did I do that? Who tells a story on it’s six years and one day anniversary? GAH.

Anyway, today is the ten year anniversary of my first date with Aaron. TEN YEARS. We are so old, y’all.

I had no idea, as a dumb 19-year-old, what I was getting into that night. No idea that I would never hold another hand or kiss another face. No idea that I had jumped onto a road that would leave me out of Texas and into Nashville and a life bigger and fuller than I ever could have imagined.

All I knew was that the cute, funny boy I’d been friends with for ages was holding my hand. And I was happy.