I met my husband in a high school Spanish class when I was 15 and he was 16.
He was recovering from a knee surgery and was on crutches.
He asked me to help him carry his books to his locker.
I did. And today is our 10th wedding anniversary.
Here we are in 1994.
After 6 years of dating, 10 years of marriage, 1 apartment, 2 houses, 6 cars, 1 child, 4 jobs, 6 knee surgeries and 10 million airline miles later…I love him more today than the day we said
Happy Anniversary to us!