13 years

Jon and I in 1998

My old man and I started dating 13 years ago Memorial day weekend.

I remember the first time I hung out with him, I spent the night and he barely kissed me. He stared at me all night long, just hugging me.

(He was a snorer and was embarrassed)

It's so corny and cliche but that night I can remember thinking this was it. I was about 2 weeks shy of my 21st birthday and planning on a lots of wild nights with a trail of broken hearts behind me. Inside I knew that we were far from over. It was the first time in my life that anything felt right. Growing up I knew things weren't right. Moving to Atlanta with the EX didn't feel right. The choices I made weren't right. THe friends I had weren't right.

Then along came Jon and I thought about my future. I never did that before. With Jon things began to have meaning, life had a purpose. He brought out the best in me.
Having his love and being able to give love back to him saved my life.

After 13 years I still feel this way. I still miss him when he's gone and get excited when he comes back. I still respect his opinion (even though he's usually WRONG!) and I value his input. I get butterflies in my stomach when he kisses me.

I love sitting on his lap and kissing his neck. I love watching him make others laugh with his witty comments. I love how he rushes in the door from work and drops everything to kiss and hug his boys.

This man is the most amazing person I've ever met. I'm so lucky to be loved by him!

Here's to lucky 13 babe!