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8-1/2 Years!

Left: February 2008/ Right: March 2015

I interrupt a preset blog post already posted for today to talk a little more.

I happened to look at the date and said well I'll be!  Today is 8-1/2 years since that good looking fellow in the photo above and I set out together.  My God, where does time go?  Have we really been together just shy of a decade?  I was not math major, but my instinct says yes.

I'm pleased to report I love Hunter more today than yesterday and more than 2-1/2, 4-1/2, 6-1/2 and all the years in between together.  I take that as a win.  I love him more and want to choke him less every passing day.  Actually, some days that isn't entirely true but tomato/tomahtoe.  The point is I am grateful we both put in the work relationships take and I'm thankful it doesn't feel like work.

Hunter is my person no doubt.  I knew something was special about him the first time I met him.  He instantly caught my eye in a musky room, illuminated by only the finest liquor bottle decor, with the fresh aroma of Ramen Noodles rifting through.  #AhhhCollege.

I think back and realize I was truly awe struck by him.  He was someone I had to know and had to see again.  I'd never been a forward kind of person when it came to pursuing a love interest so that alone let me know Hunter was special.

I appreciate that Hunter works hard, is patient, is kind, goes out of his way to do things for me, for us, for our dogs, for our families.  He gets an idea to make someone happy and he won't let it go until it's done.  Sometimes this drives me nuts because I am a certified control freak.  But that is one thing I have learned from my darling boy; trust the person you are with.  Trust their instinct, trust their compassion, trust their ideas.  The rest seems to happen like it should when this is applied.

Hmm what else? I feel like I should share 8 things I've learned in this decade shy love fest:

-hug every day, the really big squeezes that pull you in
-think before speaking when having a dispute. It makes all the difference
-support ideas even if you don't get it at first
-say you love them as many times in a day as you can-text, verbal, pigeon carrier, smoke signals
-just wipe up the whiskers around the sink, he picks up your shoes
-laugh together-at funny, at sad, at all the things
-spend as much time together as you can, take some time for separate interests
-hear one another out no matter how much you think you're right about something

As the great Forrest Gump once said, "that's all I have to say about that".  Actually, I could go on for days, I always can think of things to say.  I'm sure if you asked Hunter he would tell you that's his favorite thing about me.  Actually, on second thought, don't.

MunterHegans for life!

Let's meet again,
M

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