Exactly ten years ago today I was a freshman in college and had just broken up with my high school boyfriend for the 300th time. I remember wanting to cry under my covers all night and how very annoyed I was when my roommate dragged me out of bed, forced me to get dressed, and marched me across campus to a frat party. I'd like to thank her for that today, because inside the Kappa Sigma gangsta night party, wearing a green puffy vest and drinking a warm beer out of a solo cup, was my future husband. We count our anniversary as our first official date a few weeks later, but it all started right there to a soundtrack of Faded by Soul Decision.
We are so old.
I love him so much.