So a few years ago, most of you know, I married the Mo.
Despite the nearly non-stop blur of our 3+ years of married life, it’s actually been 10 years, today, since we started dating. This is the first picture of us together, from about 10 years and a week ago:
Not to get too sappy or cliche, but marrying Mo was obviously the best decision I’ve ever made. But I can’t take all the credit, since marriage is an agreement between peers – and there is not a person on this Earth that I respect more than my beautiful wife. She is an inspiration and a true bad ass. [For example, she’s pacing about right now kicking ass on a call, mostly because she can’t sit still for more than 26 seconds.] Once grad school wraps up, I don’t know how I’ll keep up, but I know she’ll drag me – sometimes kicking and screaming – to all the places we’ll go!
There’s been lousy, quarry diving:
And better diving (we’ve not mastered the underwater selfie):
There’s been running (and running birthdays):
There’s been hiking. Lots and lots of hiking:
There’s been traveling. And more traveling:
There’s been snowboarding!
There’s been climbing! (or lounging…)
And whatever is happening in this picture:
Ultimately, there are more pictures than I’d like to admit (and many I’d rather not show). But to sum it all up, we’ve traveled all over the Caribbean, the US, a bit of Australia and yet there is so much more to see!
I wouldn’t have done it – I couldn’t have done it – without my bestie. And I can’t wait to see the rest with my adventure buddy.
I love you babe.
To 10, then 100 more.