My husband, Phil, and I have been together for 10 years. We were (still are) completely different. Phil is a hardcore gamer but social enough to have made the best friends I know and have today. I was quiet, shy and kept mostly to myself when I first met him. I was scared of meeting new people. Phil was active in college with lacrosse, worked full time and participated in local game tournaments and played sports at the local YMCA. (What a cute nerd :) hehe) After dating for nearly 3 years, I moved out of Austin, Texas and in with him in Florida. After a couple of years in FL, we moved back to Texas to have our wedding near my family but ended up staying. We were married in 2006.

…and I still hold his hand at long red lights.

For the past few years, we have been saving for a house and will hopefully have one by this time next year. Maybe I’m too picky but I feel that if we’re going live in a house for many years, I’d like the neighborhood to be safe and the house in decent condition. We’ve turned down a gorgeous 5 bedroom 3 bath, 2700 sq ft because the neighborhood was questionable and several drives at different hours throughout that week proved our suspicions to be correct. I’d rather have a small 2 bedroom house in a good neighborhood than a mansion in a place I wouldn’t feel comfortable in at night.

I think we’re doing alright.

We’re happy together  and we’ve learned to respect each other. It hasn’t always been a smooth ride but a ride well worth the efforts.

Last year, I wrote a little more about how we met. You can find that post on my ‘the story behind the photos’ photography blog. I’ll be updating that after the New Year’s celebration. I should probably link it on my sidebar, eh?

I realized that this post sounded familiar after writing the first paragraph. Guess I still feel the same for the mister :)