An Anniversary of Sorts...

Yesterday marked eight years since Tim moved across the country to be with me. He left his family, friends, job and everything he knew and moved here with all that could fit in his little car. Neither of us ever doubted it would work. We JUST KNEW. We met at church when we were in high school back in 1993 in Washington State. We dated off and on for about two years and then we moved back to the East Coast. I was miserable. He was miserable. I just wanted to go to bed and wake up one day and be older so we could be together. Then, one day it happened. In 1999 Tim called to tell me he wanted to come visit. I had another boyfriend at the time and he another girlfriend, but we always stayed in touch (sometimes more than others) and always loved one another. He visited in September of 1999 and we have been together ever since. He arrived here on April 10, 2000 and we have maybe spent only a week apart since then. I love you, Tim. Thank you for making my dreams come true and my life worth living. :o) TF, baby. ;o)