(PT 2) 13 Years Ago I Met A Shirtless Frenchman Named PAris
From dorm room tampons to fake honeymoons, tequila weddings, dead dads, emotional support cats, and couples therapy. This is Part 2 of how I ended up married to my best friend.
It’s been 13 years of building a life together. And we’ve come such a long way. From sipping vodka from a gatorade bottle to buying our first home.
These days, we’re happier, gentler, and debatably more emotionally regulated. Life together is warm. Hilarious. Safe. Adventurous. Loving. Fun. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the whole world 💛
And hopefully, the next chapter includes a small gremlin child who has big feelings and even bigger hair.
