13 Pictures For 13 Years

Yesterday, Jeff and I celebrated 13 years together.

love in a parking lot

13. Years.

We met four months after I graduated high school on my very first day of college. At the time, I wasn’t looking for anything serious.  Ha.

Jumping into 13 years

In 13 years we’ve been through a lot — from first moving in together, to graduating college, to losing our fathers in the same year, to moving to Virginia, and then to Asheville, to getting engaged, and then married, to buying a house — yet we survived it all and here we are.

Although we’ve both grown a lot, sometimes it feels like we’re still the same goofy kids who fell in love 13 years ago.

Halloween 2005

I mean, look how cool we were.

Now, at the risk of sounding  just a little bit sappy, and maybe even a little (OK A LOT) cliche, let me tell you that when Jeff and I first met all the way back in 2005, I knew he was ‘the one.’  Things felt different with him than they had with previous boyfriends, and though some people told me I was too young to know, believe me, I knew.

Swing 2005

And here we are 13 years later to prove it.


I truly do not know what I would do without him.

New Years 2012 in Philly

Jeff is the only one who can tell you exactly what I’m thinking about at any given moment just by looking at the expression on my face. He not only laughs at my silly sense of humor but is just as silly himself.  He knows what makes me happy and what tears me down. He always seems to know what I’m anxious about and how to make it better. He is by my side whenever I need him.

wedding 2

I love everything about him.  The way he puts others before himself. His dedication and passion for contributing to our community. The way he knows random facts about random things and how he watches YouTube videos and reads Wikipedia pages for hours just to learn about a new topic.  His silliness and also his genuineness. And, yes, I even love his stubbornness and the way he refuses to read instructions before putting together a piece of furniture, even if it means that it takes him three times longer.

13 years later, I still get excited to hear his car pull into the driveway, to share a meal with him, to sit silently next to him as we drink our morning coffee or watch a movie together at night (even though it takes us three hours to agree on something to watch). Though I know sometimes we drive each other crazy (when I leave my clothes all over the floor and he leaves the Brita pitcher empty in the fridge), there is no one I’d rather share my life with.

He is my favorite person in the entire world.

He is my home.

Mall 2005

Happy 13-year anniversary, Jeff. I love you so, so much!

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  1. Thank you for sharing your story! A lot of people struggle with self-acceptance. To recognize and try little by little to love yourself is amazing. Also, I love your relationship story with Jeff. Again, you knew it was right and stuck with it. That is beautiful.

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