Thought I ought to formally introduce y’all to my adventure buddy, life partner, daddy to my doberman, AKA my husband. *all photos taken with my film Canon Rebel G and kit lens and some 400 speed film*
HOW DO I HAVE A HUSBAND SERIOUSLY WHAT IS HAPPENING???
As someone who has spend most of my adult life single it seriously blows my mind that I scored such an awesome, equally goofy, slightly weird-o (like me!) husband.
Here’s our story: We both liked each other, then loved each other. We dated, got engaged, then got married. We still love each other.
Here’s how our relationship works:
*one of us comes up with some insane crazy idea that we want to do*
Other person: “LET’S DO IT”
Honestly the moment I knew he was the one was when I asked him to take our dog out to go potty before we left for a trip and he replied “I already did! she pooped and peed.” TRUE ROMANCE RIGHT HERE FOLKS.
Our love language looks a lot more like clean dishes and plane tickets than flowers, and I would not have it any other way.
When did you realize your spouse/partner/etc. was “the one?” Was it a moment or a gradual thing?