I’ve already written about JF – the world’s handsomest franco-ontarian engineer. He’s my favourite human on this earth. And about a week ago, we reached our 10-year dating anniversary.
To many grown ups, a decade of togetherness is practically nothing. My avo said « 10 years? That’s as long as I’ve had these pants.» But to us, it’s a third of our lives.
My mémère – a wise woman – used to cut out little phrases and stuff them into her address book, bible, and planner. When she died, I gathered those scraps of paper like precious gems. One said « love is a project.»
JF is kind, smart, handsome and funny. In our early love, days apart felt like months. But here’s something I think is true : even the shiniest silver loses its shimmer if you don’t give it a buff once in awhile.
At this stage in our relationship, we’re expert buffers. Our bi-weekly date nights are mini relationship tuneups. They remind us that we like spending time together. That in fact, we always have and (if we keep working at it) always will.
10 years ago I was at York University. JF was a the University of Waterloo. We started hanging out between summer work hours.
Nine years ago we started spending most weekends together, despite the distance.
Eight years ago, we both graduated. JF moved to Toronto and started work. I decided to do a post-graduate certificate in public relations.
Seven years ago…
Six years ago…
Five years ago we moved into our place at Yonge and Lawrence.
Four years ago…
Three years ago…
Two years we moved back to Simcoe County, bought a house, and I started this blog.
Here we are now! We have a dog and we’re getting married.
As I get older, the days go by faster. I’m so glad I have someone awesome to spend them with.