ken

So I met Ken on a blind date 8 years ago. March 28, 2002. Huh. I didn’t realize that I remembered that date until I typed it out. It wasn’t one of those love at first sight things, but I did know as soon as I met him that he’d be a significant part of my life.

I didn’t know we’d get married.

I didn’t know we’d have a daughter a year after we got married.

And I certainly didn’t know we’d have another daughter three and a half years after that.

I didn’t know that we would be THIS happy. I didn’t know that we’d be best friends. That he would be the first person I call when anything good or bad happens. That we would end up being soulmates.

I didn’t know that I would celebrate eight birthdays with him.

And I sure hope we celebrate many many more together.

Happy Birthday.

[And thanks for letting me get rid of most of your pleated pants.]

also, I would have loved to have included more pictures, but my lappy toppy seems to be having a memory problem [it must have mommy brain, too!!!] and it has taken me an hour just to type this post.

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