tomorrow i will have been married to this hunk of man-flesh for 10 years.  more than 1/3 of my life. 10 years from now it will be more than half of my life. when i am 60... okay, you get the idea. 

we met a few days after he got home from his 2 year mission to brasil, when he was trying to over-enroll in some college classes.  we each clearly remember the first time we met; where we were, what was happening, what i was wearing... 

but i was dating someone else and soon he too had entered the dating market.  for 4 months we saw each other frequently in class and at church, and then my boyfriend left for his mission and i declared myself off the market so i could concentrate on school.  he also was edging out of the local dating scene because he was preparing to go to school in utah soon.  

but then one night while a bunch of us were watching movies at his place he mentioned that his work was having their winter party up at mt. shasta, and that he was going to snowboard for the first time.  i said how fun that would be and how i'd always wanted to learn.  little did i know that he was allowed to bring a guest... 

that was originally supposed to be our first date.  it was a few weeks away though, and we ended up having another date before then with a group of friends. by the time we hit the slopes together, we were already engaged (which turned out to be a good thing because i don't know if he would have proposed after i nailed him in the face with the edge of my snowboard....).  

13 months after we had met, we were married. 

and it just gets better and better. :)   I love you, honey! MWA