Thirteen years ago today, Jared and I became a couple.
It was actually our second date. Our first date had been one week before. We had eaten dinner at Avanti's and gone ice skating. That was, of course, after my dad was cleaning his guns when Jared came to pick me up.
For our second date, we went to a Third Day concert. At the end of the night, Jared walked me to my door and asked if I wanted to officially be his girlfriend.
And we have been together ever since.
A year after we started dating, we knew it was for real. Two and a half years in (exactly), we got engaged. Nearly five years in, we got married. The rest is a bit of a blur since it was filled with crying babies and sleepless nights.
It hasn't always been easy, but the good far outweighs the bad. I would rather be with him than not with him. I would still choose him if I was given the choice of every man on the entire planet. Jared knows me better than anyone. He laughs at my ridiculous jokes and doesn't get frustrated with my out-of-control emotions. He fights fair and apologizes when necessary. He is the absolute best dad possible for our children.
I question nearly every day why I get to be the lucky one married to Jared. Our marriage is the greatest blessing in my life.
You can say that we're young or naive (we've been told that and worse). I hope when we celebrate 50 years together that we're still just as "naive" as we are today. All I know is that after thirteen years, I still feel electricity when Jared kisses me, and I still long to spend time with only him.
I know that what we have is very rare, and I try to never take it for granted. No one really celebrates anything other than wedding anniversaries, but we have a special love for October 2 because it's when we truly began.
I know it's selfish, but I just wanted to use my little corner of the internet today to tell the world: I love my husband.