So here’s something cool. My husband and I have been together for 17 years today. Yep, it’s true. We were 16 (me) & 17 (him) years old when we got together in 1996.
He is radder than rad. The bees to my knees. My favourite. My best. My everything.
If you told us 17 years ago that we would end up living happily ever after, neither of us would have been surprised. We always knew.
1 June also happens to mark the one year anniversary of us being Mountains people. I miss the city more than I imagined I would but I sure do love my home. And the person I share it with.