Love

I would say that in my life I have been very blessed. Nearly five years ago (omg, I am old. Well, not old, but I can't believe I'm old to remember five years ago, when I was old enough to date).

Five years ago, I finally began to date the man who I think was meant to be the love of my life.


Cam and I had been friends for over 2 years when we finally got together. I had set him up with no less than two of my friends. "She's so pretty and smart and funny," I always reminded him. I pushed him at the girls I loved the most. He always got along with them... but something was always off.


Finally, he convinced me that we needed to get together. I said I needed 2 months... but we were dating within 2 weeks. (I know, I'm a sucker.)


Life has definitely not always been easy. As a high-strung person, it drives me INSANE when he is so laid back. I sometimes just wish he'd get wound up about SOMETHING. (This picture is his attempt at getting 'uptight.')


We've had our share of fights... I'll admit it, I'm usually the instigator. But he's not so innocent either!!


We've seen and done some pretty fun stuff. When he's around, life is always interesting.

Even amidst all the crappy stuff... five years later, I have to remember how truly lucky I am.

"Blessed" is the only way to put it.



love,