Let my husband tell it, our reunion and all that it entails (what he refers to as him “re-baggin” me) is ALLLLL his own doing๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ. I just showed up and surrendered, totally unable to resist him. And for the sake of letting him win, I let him win. I wouldn’t say he did ALL the work, but he definitely made it easy to say yes…. to continue to say yes. I roll my eyes coyly when that topic comes up, but no matter how much I’m fake annoyed, he and I both love reminiscing about our story.

It doesn’t happen crazy often. Most of the time we spend visit flirting, laughing(probably louder than should ever be allowed), expanding on a convo we may have started on the phone or in an email or planning for something for our future. But on the rare occassion that one of us asks “so when were you sure that THIS was what you wanted?” we get to go on this love journey back to our earlier days(2003 & 2016). The crazy thing is, we both blush about it as we brag about the defining moment(s) for us that the other made us really feel like we could stop searching, stop holding back and just be in love.

Its really a beautiful feeling and taking those random looks back in time definitely serves as a reminder of why we chose each other; gets us back to that “goosebumps” stage and kinda reignites our love๐Ÿ”ฅ. I can’t say for sure who gets the credit for us, but as long as my husband remains the man he promised me he’d be, we can go with his version of events for the rest of our lives, and I promise to fall more in love with him every time.