|Happy Birthday Ben!|
I noticed him, a few months before my 15th birthday. I've shared the story somewhere before on this blog, and if I weren't so lazy I'd find it for you, but eh...I'm lazy.
As he was preaching I was thinking back about time. We dated five years before we got married. That five years seemed like forever. Now...five years flies by like crazy. And then I had a revelation: Teenage dating years are to be measured in dog years. Ya know....x7.
Because if you're a teenager and your relationship can survive the angst and drama and immaturity, then 1 is = to 7. For sure. It's only logical. I can't believe it took me that long to figure it out.
I have no idea why I did so badly in math, because now it's just all clicking together for me! Amazing, no?
So, technically, we dated 35 years before getting married. And we've been married 12. That's 47 years together so far. Which is pretty amazing considering Ben just turned 35 today.
It's been a good 47 years. Happy Birthday to the amazing guy I've loved longer than I've been alive...technically.