8 years and counting…
8 years ago, Trish and I were married. We were together for 4 years before that as well. I am the luckiest man on earth, to have run into her at the right time, fallen in love with her and somehow, gotten her to fall in love with me. That first night we met (12 years ago next week, actually) was pure magic. I still remember that first kiss like it was yesterday, where our laughter melted into smiles and a kiss. A week later, I thought that I might end up marrying her.
She’s really brought the best out of me and put me in touch with nature (I was a city boy). I don’t think we’d be on the precipice of realizing the dream of moving abroad if it weren’t for her. It was her intuition about birth and parenting that started our path of questioning the norm, learning as much as we can, and following our hearts. (though perhaps we followed our hearts to each other and everything else followed)
So here we, remembering the day we had to have, to tell the world that we wanted to be with each other forever. I remember how M being born was something that really cemented things, like it was the whole reason we were together. (I actually asked her that first night if she liked kids ) I can’t wait to see what happens next – moving to Costa Rica, realizing our dreams, having more kids and just enjoying life in general. True love rocks.