"8 Days a Week"... 365 days later...

I warned you all a couple months back that today would be a mushy, gushy, vomit-able post. I promise to keep it short and sweet...

Every now and then we face things that are difficult and that truly test who we are and our limits of how strong a person we can possibly become. Often in life, when those things happen, we're blessed with meeting exactly the right person at exactly the right time. 

I met him when I needed a friend most with no preconceived notions of who I was or my situation.

I fell in love with him when I wondered if love was in the cards for me and questioned if I was worthy of that kick ass aspect of life.

He helped me remember how strong I am and what an independent and beautiful woman I've been all along.

A year later- we still make people around us want to puke.

:)

Right when he asked me to be his- 10/3/10

Celebrating 11 months, 4 weeks ago 

I love you, person!! Here's to adventuring, gassy puppies, smiling as soon as we wake up in the morning, and a whole lot of the best times ever.

Here's to year 2...