Lucky 13

We were babies!When we first got married, it felt weird to say July 7th was our anniversary. Before that, the correct answer was September 21st, for 10 years straight. Saying anything else felt silly.Now, 3 years married, it sounds insane to tell people we've been together 13 years total, but it's true.You can live a million lives in 13 years. We're different people than we were when we met at 18, bright-eyed college freshman, mixed in with people from all over the world in dorm rooms that didn't have a/c, in the middle of the Back Bay of Boston.If you do the math, we got together really quick. Move-in for the dorms was around Labor Day and less than 4 weeks later, we were attached at the hip. He was so funny, so tall, so calm. I was a bundle of feelings: nerves, panic and not-good-enoughness. He brought ease. He steadied me.All this time later, through every incarnation of us, he continues to be a steadying force in my life.We may answer "7/7" for our anniversary now, but it all started 13 years ago this month, officially on 9/21. Then, our friends called him H-Bomb. They called me Jto. Now he's "Wads" and I'm "stine". The nicknames, the friends, the cities, the jobs and the apartments - all of it has been worth it with him.Love you Wads. xo