Today Hubs and I celebrate eight years of marriage.
That’s nine years and two days since our very first date at Up the Creek, which was Big Spending for a broke college kid. He even sprung for dessert, some strawberry cheesecake something or other, which we split, though I found out later that he wasn’t a big fan of strawberries, cheesecake, or desserts. (Don’t worry, I’ve rubbed off on him since then.)
And nine years and six-ish months since he was first introduced to me as a fellow Alabamian in Tennessee. I thought he was a freshman, and he thought I was pretty.
Nine years and six-ish months later, I know he’s an Older Man, and he knows I’m nutty.
Nine years and two days later, we ignore Valentine’s Day, calling it the Buttrams’ Anniversary Pre-Game Show. (It’s pretty much the Pro Bowl to our Superbowl. How do you like that sports analogy? So romantic, amiright?)
You can clickety click HERE to read the rest of how our story began over at my good friend and Internet Twin Leigh Kramer‘s blog as part of her This is How We Met series. Leigh is a talented writer, a supportive blogger buddy, and a funny Twitter pal, and we’ve since bonded over our mutual taste in music, television, and literary crushes.
And while you’re there, you should definitely get to know her. She is, above all, authentic, and you can never get enough of that on the internets, right?