On vacation in Monterey /// Andrew’s first photo booth experience!
A little fall adventure
Andrew is a LITTLE tired of being Instagrammed and likes to “ruin” photos, especially when he’s hungry for brunch & I made him wait ’til after yoga. Like now.
Five years ago tonight, I went on what I believe will be my last first date (which PS, THANK GOD. I was the world’s worst dater). I met Andrew at a holiday party on December 15, and four days later we embarked on a date that included my being so nervous I ran a red light, a delightful conversation in a coffee shop and a viewing of the actual worst film ever, “I Am Legend.”
This week, I sat across from Andrew (we celebrated a little early) and we toasted to what we both agreed has been the best year of our relationship thus far.
During this past year, we found our groove. The things that used to be “the big things” dissipated, and while someone (ME) is still leaving their towels on the floor and someone else is still allergic to doing dishes in a timely manner (ANDREW), this year has marked the end of the petty disagreements, pointless arguments and questions of whether or not this is right. This is the year when I realized that not only do I have a romantic partner, but I have a buddy. There is no one I’d rather be sharing my life with.
I feel so lucky.
There are so many moments from the past year I wish I could re-live. Watching Andrew spend an exorbitant amount of money on a pedi-cab tour of Central Park after we flew the red-eye from Sacramento, because he knew it would delight me, but also that I couldn’t possibly stand up for another minute because I was so tired. The way he let me stand in front of the Eiffel Tower, crying like an idiot, and just held my hand and held me because he knew it was a big deal for me. Watching Andrew find his place in academia as he pursues his Master’s and being happier than I’ve ever seen him. The number of mornings I’ve awoken, exhausted, because we were up giggling wayyy too late the night before. Watching Andrew, this 6″4 man gently teach a little girl to tie her shoes as we volunteered at a homeless shelter together. Being incredibly sick, and having Andrew take care of me without a complaint. The way he loves my family and is eager to spend time with them. His incredible generosity towards me and the people I love.
I could write endless words about how lucky I feel to be in this partnership. Andrew makes me better, simply by being in my life. He balances me when I’m feeling emotional (um, a lot) and encourages me to do whatever I want to do. Coming home to our house and the life we’ve built together is easily the best part of any day. Andrew is incredibly kind, funny and charismatic to everyone he meets, but the sweet and tender piece of him I get when it’s just the two of us is the best thing I’ve ever known. To know that I am loved and cared for, and to see it in action every day has changed my life in the best way possible.
Best of all, I know this is just the beginning.
Happy five years, Andrew. Here’s to many more. IYYSM.