Okay, so I really do have some vacation thoughts and stories, but that will have to wait another day, because today is a special day to mark:  our anniversary.  Two years ago today, in weather as horrific as we currently have in North Texas (the high was 104 that day), Chris and I were married in a small brunch ceremony at a historic house near downtown. 

And little did Chris know that each year after that we’d have to follow the same nostalgic rituals (I am my mother’s daughter):  look at our photos, DVD, honeymoon scrapbook (this was actually his anniversary present last year), and return to the Starbucks where we met, got engaged, and got a post-ceremony iced latte.  (We fear it could be one of the 600 stores to get the axe, and really it would be appropriate karma, as we now frequent a different, local coffeehouse much closer to us. But it would still be so sad.)

[Update:  Our Starbucks isn't on the list. Is one of yours?]

Some might call it luck, and others, like one of the women from Paxton I wrote about, would call it Kingdom Planning, but whatever it is, we found each other.  I often tell my single friends lamenting the dating scene that what really made a difference for me was being open to something other than, in retrospect, was a “type” I’d previously been drawn to.  I didn’t do this consciously (either go after a certain type or work to avoid it).   And right at first, simply on paper, it didn’t seem the perfect fit:  he was younger, a science/math guy, urban, etc.   But it was just easier and better to talk and be with Chris than any guy I’d known before, and we have so many fundamental similarities and complementary qualities we discovered early on to alert us each that things were different this time,  and life would never be as it was B.C. (Before Chris/Before Charlotte).  And before I get too sappy, I’ll stop here and save the rest to share with Chris as we leaf through photo albums later.