Seven years ago today I woke up in a little studio apartment in Tucson, Arizona. I was working that the University of Arizona, in a newish job, and was single, single, single.
That night I went to a party, met Mr. Monkey, and everything changed.
Now I live in Iowa, get to be a mom/step-mom to three fantastic boys, and am married to a man who loves me just as I am.
I’ve never really gotten over what a gift that is.
Every time I think about June 18th, 2004 I think about the fact that life is a mystery. I had no idea that morning that I’d meet my husband that night. It reminds me that I don’t know what tomorrow or next year or five years from now will bring. That both thrills and scares me.
At least I know that Mr. Monkey will be there with me. I love you, M.