18 Months.

Eighteen months.

That’s it.

Really? Can it be?

Sometimes I have to remind myself of that.

Because somehow, in just 18 months…

We met.

We connected.

We talked for hours daily.

We drove hundreds and hundreds of miles just to spend weekends together.

We spent so much on Delta flights.

We fell in love.

You packed up your life and moved to Georgia.

We made a home.

We got married.

And now…

We’re just living.

Going places.

Doing things.

Talking about dreams of the future.

Planning.

Spending rent on groceries.

Staying in beautiful hotels and Air B&B’s.

Looking at houses.

Star gazing.

Holding hands through all of it.

It doesn’t feel like I’ve known you for 18 months.

It feels like I’ve known you my entire life.

Maybe that’s because you’ve somehow given me more love, more adventure, more safety, more laughter, more memories, and more life in these 18 months than some people could give in a lifetime.

And the craziest part?

We’re just getting started.

Eighteen months down.

And if the Universe is generous…

about 80 more years to go. ❤️