Almost sixteen years ago I met a boy. He wore Metallica t-shirts and a Notre Dame hat. His head was shaved except for a strip down the center. Over the next year he would become my best friend and my first kiss.
Almost fifteen years ago I asked that boy to be my boyfriend. He was sitting on the kitchen counter at my parents house. It was his sixteenth birthday. His parents had just arrived to pick him up to take him to dinner. He kissed me before he ran out the door to their car.
Ten years ago I had to tell that boy good bye. I was going across the state for college. He was staying home. We didn't know what that would mean. We were staying together, but very far apart.
About eight years ago that guy made me Cinderella. With a secret diamond, in front of a fairy tale castle. He knelt on cobble stones and he asked me to marry him.
Six years ago tomorrow I married the man who would make me a mama. Who makes me laugh every day and drives me crazy. Everyday. I hope beyond all measure that we're given enough years that this first six feels like just the tip of the iceberg.
