nomadreader

Nine years ago today , I went out for drinks with some co-workers after work. I planned to call one of my best friends to wish her a happy birthday when I got out of work. Instead, after offering to drive the man who would become Mr. Nomadreader home from the bar (he lived a block and a half from the bar, and while it was February, we lived in Atlanta), we stayed up all night talking in my car. I knew we were talking a long time, but I couldn't believe we talked all night, but sure enough, the sun was starting to come up, and people were out jogging. And we haven't stopped talking, but we do manage to sleep a lot more than we did in those early months together. Five years ago today , we got married (in a library, naturally): This year, I find myself marveling more at the fact that we've been together for nine years than that we've been married for five years. Nine years . That's a quarter of my life (roughly.)  So happy anniversary to you, Mr. Nomadreade...