Knew I was in love when…

We’ve been married for four years today!  It’s been 11.5 years since our first kiss. 14 years since we first met.

I knew I was in love when I was thirteen years old.  I knew I was in love when we had those awkward phone calls that tweens have.

I knew I was in love when you’d hang up from those awkward phone calls to walk to the nursing home to visit your Grandma Kate.

I knew I was in love when you gifted me a flower planted in an upside-down lampshade.

I knew I was in love when you dressed me in the family rags to go berry-picking at your grandma’s.

I knew I was in love when you gave me an inflatable flower inter tube for my 20th birthday knowing I’d never use it for swimming.

I knew I was in love when you tutored me for 30 minutes before throwing me into a poker tournament as a dealer, because you knew I could do it.

I knew I was in love when you agreed to marry me even though we weren’t dating [Our poor family, guess nothing surprises them by now].

I knew I was in love when you sang “Man in the Mirror” for a week after Michael Jackson died.

I knew I was in love when you laid in the recliner holding Milligan the first night she was born, and the 300 nights that followed.

I knew I was in love when you agreed to tackle our insane idea of selling everything and moving abroad.

I know I’m in love with you now, because you love me, feisty ol’ me, just the way I am.

And I know I’m in love with you right now, because every “I knew I was in love” could be exchanged with “I knew you were my best friend” and still make sense.

Happy Anniversary Dumpkin, Bumpkin, Smoochy-coo (a.k.a. @ManvsDebt)!