… I am never not thinking of you.
I figured it would be appropriate to jump on here on Valentine’s Day to share an extremely condensed version of how Tim and I became Tim and I. Our story is 12 years old now – I don’t have time to cover it completely, so I’ll save the details for another day ; ) It all began in 2005 in our friend Eric’s basement at his 17th birthday party. I was new to the group and uncharacteristically shy. But I got up the courage to approach him and probably proceeded talk his ear off, as I continue to do today. Actually, Eric’s sister had left glittery nail polish out on the table and I may have attempted to persuade him to let me paint his nails. Leave me alone, my flirt game was not strong at age 15.
In case you were wondering how high school relationships blossomed in 2005, AOL instant messenger was a STRONG factor in figuring out if someone liked you. And as we proceeded to have hours and hours worth of typed conversation, and he would occasionally drive me home from school in his Tiburon, I totally fell for the floppy haired boy from the basement birthday party. We started dating that summer, but eventually broke it off and remained great friends. He went to Penn State and I headed to Temple the following year but our families live 4 minutes down the road from each other and I frequently road tripped to visit Happy Valley.
As he headed to grad school back at PSU, we began to date rather informally, not exclusively – but eventually found our way back to one another and made it “official” in January of 2013. I honestly lose track sometimes of how long we’ve been together – I have to count backwards every anniversary to remember what year it is. When I met his family, his brother Aidan was only 2 years old and now he’s taller than me – which I am not happy about, for the record.
He’s my person, my lobster. The Jim to my Pam. He lets me stick my feet under his legs when they’re cold. He listens to my crazy ideas and encourages my plans and adventures. He has the most beautiful eyes and the best butt and he hates that I just typed that here but is also secretly pleased. I do not get sick of him; I don’t even think that’s possible. He knows that I need to be fed first thing in the morning and he doesn’t roll his eyes when I proclaim that I am going to die if I don’t have sushi right this minute. He is my favorite person in the entire world. Happy Valentine’s Tim, I like you AND I love you : )