Happy 10 years

One year ago, we met today. From our first meeting, no one would have guessed we would be celebrating an anniversary. To be able to get to such a special place from that is amazing and it makes it feel like it really was 10 years ago since I can't imagine not going to a bar with you and making out on a pool table anymore. Well, we don't do that every time we go to a bar, but still.

I thought you cute and let you share my barstool. You couldn't remember my name. Dancing when no one else was dancing and figuring out we were the same size and fit together perfectly. Asking what my name was for the 12th time before our faces got so close that you just had to kiss me. I knew going home with a strange girl who couldn't remember my name was a good idea! Look where it got me.

Look what it got me, too.

Pretty, huh? Matches my circle tattoo, too. (psst...Pickle, I was able to get it off the left wrist and get it on the right one...) There are some real diamonds in there, too--"sparkle dust," my favorite!

You are something like perfect. I can't describe how lucky I am to have you in my life and wake up next to you every day. The only things I can ever think of are cliched and general. I wish I could articulate my feelings better. I love you, Pickle. Happy Anniversary.