No, my friends. 'Nine Years' doesn't refer to the amount of time it's been since I wrote an interesting post on here. It's our dating-versary tomorrow. Let's reminisce, shall we? Because seriously, these old posts I linked are hilarious and I used to post a LOT about random stuff. Miss it.
The time we 'first met' and then later became boyfriend/girlfriend on 7/26/02 (more later). We were seriously just 21 years old (ahem, well okay---I had just turned 21 and Nate still had a few months to go. And thus, he was only 20. GASP! Robbing the cradle, wasn't I?)
Then there was the infamous dropping of the L-bomb, also in 2002. In Spain. In a thick fog of Spanish cigarettes and unidentified alcohol.
Oh, and how about that time when Nate popped the question in 2006? That was a fun one. I still remember the sweaty upper lip I had. And Henry's big dooce on the floor to celebrate.
We got married in 2007, and after that is when the fun REALLY began. You know, transitions and such. Moves. Blogs. Grad school. Marathons. Pregnancies. Baby. Etc Etc.
But mostly I want to talk about how nine years ago, on July 26, 2002 Nate and I decided to put a title on our relationship. This was us, nine years ago. Such babies: To say that 'we've been through a lot' is truly the biggest understatement of the year. I'm not going to get all mushy about my hubs tonight because there just aren't words. But I will say that when he just saw me typing on my blog the following conversation occurred:
N: 'What are you blogging about?'
J: 'Nothing. Do you even know what tomorrow is?' (said with the classic 'I'm testing you, dear husband' look on my face. I've had 9 years to perfect it, you know.)
N: (silence. Scared look on face. Quick search on his laptop for tomororw's date) 'Our 10 year???'
J: 'Not quite, nine. But good try'.
N: 'Baby, you know I can't keep track of so many anniversaries.'
J: (thinking to self at first, then out loud) 'Wait, how many do you think we celebrate?'
N: 'Two. It's a lot'.
Ah, my dear husband. I wouldn't trade you for the world. And yes, I really do love you more today than I did back in 2002. You silly frat boy, you. :)