Don’t worry, I didn’t reaalllly forget!

David and I have this long standing ‘joke’ that I can’t remember our anniversary date. Well, okay so maybe one year I thought it was the 24th and ever since then David has made a point to continually ask me what day our anniversary is on and I always say, “the 24th…..or is it the 25th. Hmmm, I can never remember!” He’ll never know if I really ever knew. But I will say that my memory can often be spotty at best, so its quite fun to watch him boil up about it. Lol. Anyways, there is the joke for those of you confused about the below blog title.

Married 5 years. Well it made me feel old until I remembered that I’ve been off and on dating David for about 12 years (thats when I really felt old). I have known David for over half of my life. I met him in the 7th grade and was awe-struck ever since. I remember knowing that I was going to need to get to know him as soon as possible. And once I did I decided within months that it was he who I wanted to marry, and if I couldn’t swing him it definitely needed to be someone just like him. He was tall and skinny, a little goofy, realllllly funny, unassuming, kind, humble, athletic, passionate (about basketball ), somewhat of a bad-boy with rough edges but I could see through those years and into the refined & successful man that he would one day become. And he has. It has been the thrill of my life to know Robert David throughout our adolescence, early & mid twenties and now looking thirties straight in the eye…. we have shaped one another in such significant ways and I am so blessed to be looking in the mirror and seeing his face stare back at me. He is a truly kind human who cares endlessly for me and is always committed to making us work. Today I am so proud to be called David Peterson’s wife…. I beam like he’s my first-born son and wish and hope that I can be the wife I want and need to be to him. Looking through our library of mounds of photo albums and into all of the incredible adventures we’ve been on, hand in hand; the new countries, the beaches, the sky diving, the snorkeling, the tattoos and piercings, the weddings and funerals, the leaches in the white water, my favorite peeing snake, the fallouts and make ups, the not celebrating enough and the celebrating much too much, the food, the wine, the strangers on the beach (si, si, si, yo se, yo se), the dancing like no one is in the room with us, the hikes, the competition, the karaoke, the lightning, the cops, the museums, the fun parks, the last touch, the movies in the back row, the cozy mornings in bed….there is no one else in the world that I want to share these moments with other than him.

Robert David, thank you for pushing me and not giving up on me. Thank you for being so open; to the world and with your words. I promise, darling david, to be forever yours.

xx. votre petite crevette.