10 years is a long time

Ten years ago, I was living in Waltham. I had just moved into a new one-bedroom apartment on Trapelo Road and was settling in. For a few weeks, I had been chatting on the phone with this guy. He seemed really nice. And on October 10, we were going to hang out.

That day changed my life. That man was, as you've probably figured out, M, and less than two years later, he was my husband. Ten years later, and we're seven years married, own a home and have an almost-2-year-old. I live 35 miles away from there, but it feels like a lifetime. Happy anniversary of our first date, M. I love you.