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Eight Years
Eight Years | Freckled Italian

March is so close that I feel it every day in the chilly morning air, as dew drops settle on the cherry blossom branches right outside my bedroom window, whispering brr brr brr but promising a warm afternoon that always forces me to slip out of the sweater I wear over my tank top and let my bare arms soak up the rays of sunlight on my drive home from the barre studio.

No matter where I am, this time of year always brings me right back to spring in Farmville, Virginia; where I was a junior in college, spending more and more time with a guy named Rob Peterson. My roommates and I shared clothes and sometimes fought over stupid shit but we loved each other and listened to a healthy mix of Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, and Taylor Swift; and Fearless was the soundtrack to any drive. I'd hop in my car and drive with the windows down from my apartment, across High Street and onto Back Hampden-Sydney road with the windows down. Once or twice a week I'd actually run those 6 miles, Love Story blaring in my headphones even though ol' Taylor obviously never very closely read Romeo and Juliet

My roommates and I were super young and never wore enough sunscreen and got burnt at baseball games; we drank too much almost every weekend and got tattoos in Richmond and sometimes drove 45 minutes to eat burritos from Chipotle. We read and studied and watched movies in bed together and never wore pants in our apartment; and we had our boyfriends over for weekend sleepovers where we'd make big, family-style breakfasts of pancakes and scrambled eggs to sustain multiple hours of Guitar Hero. 

It's crazy to me that Rob and I have been together for eight years now. Crazy in part because it's so significant--almost a decade!--but also because before he was in my life, he wasn't. One day I was getting ready for a Halloween party with the girls and without even knowing it, my life would never be the same. Just a few months later he's bringing me coffee in the library as I'm finishing up a poetry paper before spring break because he's my boyfriend and that's the kind of thing your college boyfriend does; and then a few years later he's standing in front of all our friends and family as I'm walking toward him in a wedding dress.

Time flies, so when spring comes around I like to slow down and really savor my nostalgia. I drink iced coffee and read poems from my Norton Anthology of American Literature and play the same four or five songs on repeat. I never want to forget that magical time--being only 20 years old, living with my best friends, reading non-stop, running really fast, wearing sundresses every weekend, and first getting to know the guy who ended up being my husband.

It's a love story, baby just say yes.

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Happy Birthday, Husband

Today is Rob's birthday! It is so amazing to me that we met when he was just 19, and here we are today. I am so proud of everything he has accomplished in his short 26 years, and even prouder to call him my husband.

Rob, you are the smartest, kindest, funniest person I know and I love you so very much. Thank you for everything you do for me--you are truly my better half and I thank God every day that I get to spend my life with you.

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Looking Back on Our Engagement

It was two years ago to the day, and we were walking around downtown Roanoke. A Monday. Rob was home from Minnesota to walk at UVA's graduation, and I had taken a few days off to spend with him. It was hot, and I was wearing my favorite jeans and a light green tank top and these brown strappy sandals with little studs all over them. We had plans to get lunch at one of our favorite spots downtown, and Rob was taking some photos for my blog, and I was being uncooperative.

"Let's just go eat," I said irritably--unable to focus, distracted by the promise of Pad Thai.

He had a plan, and it was a cute one--to get me to walk away long enough to take a photo of something he had in his pocket, so that when I flipped through the shots he had taken, I'd come across it. But I was contrary and annoying in my hunger and kept pushing him toward the restaurant. "We can take pictures later! Let's eat."

We were standing near the fountain on the market when finally he stopped me, letting out an exasperated "Megan!" 

And I said "What?"

And then he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me?"

We kissed and laughed and walked down the sidewalk while family members and friends came out of hiding spots to hug us. "Wait, did you say yes?" he laughed, phone to his ear as he was telling someone the news. It all happened so fast that I think I said "Is this for real?" instead of "Of course I'll marry you!" 

And then everyone left, and it was just the two of us, and the sky cracked open and big, loud, spring rain came pouring down, splashing back up from the concrete. So we stood in the middle of the street and made out in the rain. And I finally forgot about the Pad Thai.

Sometimes I still can't believe the beautiful life we're building.

Life is short. Let's celebrate all of it.

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