I know that we have a new anniversary since we got married, but I feel like we should still celebrate the old one. Even if Logan is thirteen hours, wait seventeen, ahead of me in New Zealand.
Three years I've been with this good lookin' kid. I look at this photo, and all I think (and you do too) is babies. It's weird -- I know there were all those years before I met Logan but it seems impossible. It feels like he's always been in my life. He knows me, I know him. We're certain type of people because we've been together, significantly shaped by the other. I'm a part of him. He's a part of me.
Crazy.
This year we're married, still dating each other. That feels good.
I love you, Logan.
Oh, and I think this is funny. Below is the first interaction between Logan and I on facebook. Right after we became friends:
This is how I knew, just kidding, but seriously.
You knew.
ReplyDeleteSo did I...by the time this picture was taken... They were both gone-ers
ReplyDeleteAwww! I don't know what else to say. So great! You do look so cute and young....rocking the leaf earrings :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats sister! True love is killer! You guys are hanging out, I don't know anything about it, and then you guys crashed my Native American themed birthday party. I was, like, What is Logan the transplanted Purduevian philospoher king doing here!?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you crashed the party :)And you know when you know.