I still wonder how this finding-a-partner thing even happens. Were Aaron and I always bound to meet? Or did everything hinge on my preference change that rainy evening? What if I hadn’t splashed about like a kid earlier that day? Or, or, or… the possibilities are infinite. (I guess we could ask this about any experience—good, bad, and in between.) Do you ever think about this?
Whatever the cause or the reason or the this-had-to-happen-so-that-could-happen, I’m grateful. I applaud a mysterious algorithm engineer for helping bring us together. It’s not the meet-cute I pictured for myself, but it’s our story and I love it. Can’t believe we’re about to celebrate a year married. ❤️
Till next time!
—E.T.
Congrats on your one year! I often (too often, tbh) think about what a marvelous string of coincidences had to happen for us to meet our cat. You know the story. It’s literally unreal.
Love the cartoons! Love the love story! Love the photo! Love that you tweaked the preferences!
Thanks for taking us down memory lane. 💕