Seven years ago today, I started dating my best friend. Seven years ago today, we started on the beautiful journey that has shaped our very existence – that is love. We were so young, and yet we laid the first foundation of this perfectly imperfect life.
Five years ago today, give or take a few months, we were promised. My college graduation day. May 14, 2011. The beginning of a new chapter in my life – and in love. We stood on that one pier in Waikiki that hurts your feet, the beautiful sunset distracting me from the promise ring that would soon be on my finger. The end of long distance.
Three years ago today, he had a trick up his sleeve. I got time off work to travel to San Diego for our anniversary, and we made a stop at Disneyland on the way. But the trick was – it wasn’t “on the way.” At four p.m. that day, he asked me to marry him as the pianist in the lobby of the Grand Californian played “Married Life” from UP, an Adventure Book in my hands. My family, his family, our friends, surrounded us; as I found out immediately after saying yes. We stayed two nights in paradise.
One year ago today, give or take a few months, I married the love of my life. October 3rd, 2015. Amidst a grand entrance, I cried happy tears to the sound of “Married Life” from UP. Donning ivory and gray, we walked (nay – danced!) down the aisle as husband and wife to the Pirates of the Caribbean theme song. We never stopped dancing!
Today, as we always do, we will venture to Santa Monica after winding down Sunset Blvd. to take a photo and dine by the sea at Gladstone’s in Malibu.
The perfect seven years – and this is just the beginning.
