yesterday afternoon, i got the following text from my loving husband:

10 years ago i went on a date with a girl i fell in love with

yep, it was ten years since our first not-a-date.  TEN years.  ten YEARS.  it’s hard to believe that we’ve been together for more than a third of my life now.  ten years ago yesterday, i went on a not-a-date with a man who would become my soul mate.  who’d have guessed it?  we were against the odds and yet, here we are… ten years later… happily married. 

i so love this man. 

so, in celebration of our first not-a-date… dinner and bowling… we went out last night for… dinner and bowling.  he even wore the same shirt he wore that night (which i recall being extremely attractive on him). 

ten years ago, i beat him the first game (he claims he let me win) and he won the next two.  and our big moment was a post-strike high-five that lasted a little too long when i inadvertently grabbed his hand while looking in his eyes. 

last night, he won the first two (118-105 and 110-105) but i beat him on the last game (121-113).  there were many high-fives, many held-hands, many hugs, and many kisses.  it was a really great time.  with the exception of me tripping, throwing myself down the lane, and twisting my ankle and knee on my way down.  if it didn’t hurt so badly, i might have been embarrassed.  and, of course, it was my left leg that i fell on, which happens to be the leg i have so much trouble with when running.  aw well, such is life.  small price to pay for a spectacular commemorative date with my husband.