We were in college and were getting ready to attend a yearly formal dance. My husband and his friend secretly surprised my friend and I with a double-date, complete with a dinner in the dormitory kitchen before heading off to the dance. My husband also surprised me with a new watch (since I used to always lose my watches) and a dozen roses: five white and seven pink, to symbolize our seven months together. The dance took place on a boat floating down a river through the city. We passed under a beautiful bridge adorned with soft blue lights. My husband named the bridge after me as we passed beneath it.
The night was magical.
At that time, only seven months into the relationship, I knew that he was the man for me. I knew that I loved him and would always love him with all my heart. I had no idea what the future held for us, but I knew that I would welcome every minute of it. We were married one year and 8 months later.
Now, married seven years, we have built our dream lives together. Each day we spend as parents, friends, lovers and soul mates, our lives are enriched further and further. Those seven months of dating seemed to be the best of my life, but the past seven years of marriage have trumped it over and over again. I cannot wait for the next seven years...and the next seventy years...
I love you, TyKes Dad! Happy Anniversary!
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