Two Years and a Day Later

Rob woke yesterday morning with memories of Idaho Falls on his mind.

“This time two years ago, I was leaving my sister’s to come meet you for the first time. And it was snowing that day too.”

I hadn’t forgotten our anniversary. I don’t forget important relationship milestones. And I don’t forget life changing moments for which Idaho Falls certainly qualifies. I just hadn’t planned to blog about it because I am sure my dear readers weary of my lovesick teenage gushing about my husband and our marriage.

Rob commemorated the day with a post on his blog. Someone commented to the effect that she wished she knew more of our story. Some of our story is on my blog. Much of it is not. But here are a few links for the curious.

Two years and a bit and it feels like forever and yesterday all at the same time.

8 thoughts on “Two Years and a Day Later

  1. Thanks for letting me in on part of the “rest of the story”. It IS amazing how we can get to know another person via e-mails and phone calls. When we finally meet, it is like we have known the other person for a long time–we each have told of our “histories”. That feeling makes it much easier to quickly fall in love. My Wonder Guy and I have been together for 4 years on the 27th of this month.

    Thanks Rob and Annie.

    1. You are welcome, Judy. I don’t think everyone is capable of beginning relationships based on words, ideas, dreams and a sharing of the minds. We had our critics in the beginning and even those who scoffed openly at us. But I do believe there is more to a relationship than physicality and chemistry, and that those who rely solely on that miss out on possibly knowing someone who they could connect with on a deeper level.

      I read your story on your blog too. How wonderful for you both!

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