Jeff and I have been married four years, but today is the anniversary that has more giddiness attached to it for me. Six years ago I was about to finish college and go to Kazakhstan for two years with the Peace Corps. It had become apparent to Jeff and me, and to everyone around us, that we were crazy about each other.
(“Crazy” was literally the word used, and there were threats of bodily harm from his friends if he carried out his plan of moving to Kazakhstan with me.)
That April, I gave him several hints that he didn’t understand, and he drew me a graph that I didn’t understand, and then one night walking to the bus stop he put his arm around my shoulders, which we both did understand. I remember such relief that the wait was over, even if we could only be near each other for a few months.
Here’s to six years with the best man a woman ever ditched the Peace Corps for.