a decade...and counting

Tonight, at 5:00 pm, Lovey & I will have been married for 10 years! What the...?! 10 years. Wow. That's a decade. A decade of being with my Lovey who fiercely loves me, and I him.

Tony moved into our apartment two days before we were married. I was at the apartment hanging Christmas lights in the bedroom (spelling out "I LOVE YOU") when Tony came home from work. I remember that feeling - when Tony came "HOME" from work. He came home to our little 1-bedroom abode, and he came home to me. We layed on the bed, Tony holding me in his arms, and watched as my message spelled out in Christmas lights fell pitifully from the wall. I gave up on trying to re-attach it to the wall, kissed my soon-to-be husband goodbye, and headed back to my parent's house to get ready.

My sisters, Joanna & Carly, helped me get ready. That was also a feeling that I'd never experienced before - having someone completely dote on me. I wore a RED DRESS, one I'd made several years before for JoJo's Prom; I borrowed JoJo's red, strappy shoes, and her fashion jewelry. CarCar fixed my hair, and both of them swore I was beautiful. That night I felt beautiful. And I felt loved.

Lovey has taken great care of me since then. And even before, while we were dating, he brushed of my callous moods & "feministic views" and still took a chance. I often ask him why he asked me out that first time. He tells me he "felt 'froggy' so he jumped." I'm so grateful he jumped, and together we've been jumping through the years. Together. Happy Anniversary, my Lovey. I love you!