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Ten Years

We had a funny bit of synchronicity this past weekend. Laura wanted to have lunch out on Saturday, but we didn’t feel like going to the places we usually go. I wanted to stop at a lumberyard in a nearby town to see what they have available for a set of shelves I’m hoping to build in the near future, so I suggested a restaurant near the lumberyard that we’ve only been to a few times. It’s a decent place, part of a small local chain, and not far away, but in a direction we don’t usually point, so we don’t usually think of it.

So when we got there, we realized that ten years ago this weekend, we had been in another outlet of this same restaurant, the first time we had met face-to-face after some years of corresponding by e-mail. We refer to that as "date 0", because it wasn’t a date, but it led to our first date a week later, and we’ve been together ever since. Totally unintentional, and totally appropriate.

I could go back and figure out exactly which dates it was, but it seems better to think of it as "the first weekend in March". This being the following Tuesday, it was ten years ago today that I called and asked for that first date and changed my life. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. Ten years since the best thing that ever happened to me.

I’m a lucky man.

Posted at 2:30 AM