Milestone
Thirty years ago today, this man was born.

Eight years ago, he kissed me for the first time (there might have been some birthday celebration liquid courage involved, on a night I pulled default designated driver with our group of friends because I was 20). We weren’t officially a “couple” until the 15th, but merely because I knew before we even started dating that this would be it, and I thought 20 was a little young. I was a wee bit resistant, but I’m glad I gave in (like I had a choice!)

I’ve had the great privilege of watching Brad grow from a young Navy boy to a remarkable man. He’s learned to balance his impressive ambition with his incredible capacity to care deeply about those important to him. He knows everything about me (including all of the things I’m not proud of), and loves me completely. He’s such a part of who I’ve become as an adult myself, and I feel very lucky that 30 years ago, the love of my life was born.

And hey, how can you not love a guy who is willing to pose with a fluffy dog for the purpose of internet smooshiness?



























































