I met Stephen just after he turned twenty-one. I was twenty-five.
I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight. I definitely believe in lust at first sight and I can tell you (almost without blushing) I felt that way for him. I probably couldn’t tell you the moment I fell in love with him, but I do remember being nervous as hell to tell him only to have him smile at me and repeat it back without hesitation. We fell for each other from the beginning. We were “that couple” that people rolled their eyes at and were all, “Oh you two will get married. And stop being so cute. It’s grossing us out.”
We’re still cute.
And seven years later, we are, once again, celebrating his birthday together and our lives are so utterly completely different from that day back in 2005.
Happy Birthday, Stephen. I can’t wait to celebrate so many more with you. I love you…