In honor of Valentine's Day (which, yes, I know was a couple of days ago now, and which isn't a holiday we really celebrate much), I resurrected my old post about how Geoff and I met. 

I'm touched and amazed at how true the last few paragraphs still are today, 8.5 years after I first posted the entry:

There is so much between then and now, and I can't tell you all of it. I can hardly tell you any of it. I am amazed that it has been three years since we met. It has been forever. It has been a few minutes. I never knew it could be so easy.

I think of myself as strong and independent, and mostly I am. I could get by on my own, if I had to. But what would I do? What would I do without him? Sometimes when I am without him, I become desperate for the sound of his voice. Sometimes when I am without him, I yearn for his presence. I live with him, and I don't get tired of seeing him. He makes me laugh. Sometimes he drives me nuts. But he is my family. When I am with him, I am sure that I belong there.

I am sure that I belong here. I am sure that I am home.

The whole (lengthy) post is here if you'd like to read it. 

Comments

[Charlotte]

Oh wow. I re-read your old post from "yesteryear." So beautiful. Seems like you two've been waiting for each other for a lifetime, and then finally found one another in the middle of the night, somewhere out there in that Tennessee dorm ... lovely.

[Rebecca (Ward) Butterwick]

I'm so glad you linked back to your original post. It was and is lovely.

I met my husband on-line as well, and I also remember that awkwardness of the first in-person meeting, when I couldn't look at him, and could only look at his hand holding mine for the entire drive from the airport. I also had the same sort of reaction from my mother: "What if he's a MUURRRDDERERERER???" I started my intermittent livejournal blog with a reference to that, almost eight years after we first met and three years after we married.

http://shysterb.livejournal.com/2004/06/17/