Look at those smiles. That picture was taken right before our first summer apart, when I had to go home after my sophomore year of college to Atlanta to be with my family for 2 months. It seems like such a long time ago now. And we look like such babies.
At 2 a.m. the other night, I suddenly realized that the day we started something beautiful was coming up soon. Granted, I’m not always one for desperately keeping up with dates–I’m actually the worst at even remembering people’s birthdays–but I still couldn’t help myself from smiling. September 21, 2010, that guy up there, Tripp (or as his other nickname Trey that some of you may know/have heard me refer to him as) asked me to be his girlfriend.
Five years ago to the day.
Who would have known that we would survive my stressful college years tackling the university newspaper as a staff writer to eventual Editor-in-Chief? Or that he would find a job that he loves all the way out on the West Coast and move that far to follow his dreams out of Georgia? Or that I would one day marry him and follow him myself after graduating and moving out? Or that we would have survived that year 3,000 miles apart before getting married? Or that he could put up with me–the weirdest of weirdos–purposefully on a daily basis?
Who would have known I could love someone as much as I love him? Five years and counting.
Seriously, we look like actual adults here compared to the other picture. Five years is a weird amount of time.