August 27th

5 years ago today I got on a plane and flew to Atlanta to meet a boy. A boy whom I had developed a very close relationship to via email, instant messaging (yea.. remember AIM?), and phone conversations. We would talk for hours at a time and keep in almost constant contact throughout the day. Everyone thought I was nuts, including myself.

I debated getting back on a plane to Texas many times before even walking out of the Atlanta airport. And when I got in the car with him, I couldn't tell if my heart was pounding out of my chest because I was head over heels in love with him or because I had just made the dumbest mistake of my life.

2 years later, after dating long distance and making the big move to be together in New York City, he asked me to marry him.

Now, 5 years later, I am sitting here waiting for our beautiful baby to wake up with our little puppy curled up next to me, anxious to hear about the offer we put in on a house in Connecticut.

August 27th will always be a big, special day for us. And every year it doesn't disappoint.

5 years down and about 100 more to go!