Eleven years ago today, that sweet man asked me a very serious question. Through shock, I answered yes. I remember being genuinely taken aback. And being dizzingly giddy. It was a good day.
I was a spry 22 year old coed. He had just accepted his first real world gig. And we were starry-eyed and silly for one another.
For many years, I wondered why he chose me. And now, after more than a decade, I think I know… Because we make really cute old man babies together. And I have really nice handwriting. Two very important qualifying characteristics to selecting a mate. I am sure.
I love this dude more than should be allowed. And no matter how much time comes and goes, what happens throughout the day, or how much we continue to learn about one another… that fact seems to remain constant.
Happy engage-aversary, Mr. Brehm. Thanks for taking a chance on an unknown kid.
I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always.
Thanks for asking.