a brief love post

For some reason we never made note of the exact date, but it was around this time of year nine years ago that Zach and I sat together at Matt's El Rancho restaurant in Austin.  We already had 3 years of dating experience under our belts, along with two more years of fairly tumultuous on-and-off status.  And there we sat, over tex-mex food and margaritas, and decided to give our relationship another go.

I didn't realize it at the time, but he already knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.  At the young age of 22 that may seem odd to many people, but he knew.  I was still unsure myself, but quickly realized what I wanted, too.  That was sometime in November.  In March, he asked for my hand in marriage.  In May, we graduated college, soon moved to California, and married that following January.  We have not looked back since.

This January we will celebrate 8 years of marriage.  Still young, I know, but eight years is still something to be proud of.  I know many, many more will come.

I adore my husband.  He may infuriate me at times, but there's no one I'd rather spend my life with, parent my children with.  This past year has easily been the most challenging one for us as a couple, as a family-- new baby, job stress, uncertainty, etc.  But we have held strong.  We have been angry, frustrated, yelled and cried-- but always with each other, supporting each other.  He is my strongest ally, and I am so grateful for that.

Love you, babe.