Tomorrow is our 10th wedding anniversary!!
Do you want to know when I fell in love with J?
We met at the end of November 1995 and became instant best friends. In January 1996, J's cousin had been really mean to me, as only teenaged girls can be. I was crying. The ugly cry. J reached up and wiped the snot off my face with his hand. I fell in love at that moment.
It's nasty, right? But to me, it meant J cared so much about me, that he didn't mind touching my yucky stuff. It meant I didn't have to be perfect or beautiful for J to accept me. I could be me. It meant J would be there with me in the bad times and the good times.
It didn't dawn on me then that J loved me and I loved him. It took years before we figured that out. In hindsight, it's clear we needed to build a friendship that could truly withstand the trials we've endured. Even though people told us we should get married, we weren't ready. There was some living and growing up on both sides that needed to be done before we could handle more than a friendship.
In May 1999, when I told my mom J and I were going to get married, she said, "He loves you. He wiped your snot. J is a good man."