Fifteen years ago today I went on my first date with that utterly scrumptious IT guy from work who I had fallen in love with at first sight and spent months walking into walls whenever he said hello to me. I broke my computer a lot just so he would lean over me to fix it. I finally got the courage to ask him out after I found out his last name was Dawson, and I, being an obsessed Dawson's Creek fan, had declared a year before to my best friend that I would one day marry a Dawson. Anyways, we went to the beach and he grabbed my hand and he hasn't let go. We moved in together a month later. Ten years to the day we went back to that same spot and got married with a one year old fairy daughter on my hip. We've always been married, him and I. Always been all in, equal partners, lovers, best friends, teachers, students, muses for each other. Our marriage vows in recent years have been enacted in full... In sickness and in health. I've had my share of awful health moments where Chris has become my carer and solo papa for our children. We were just talking through what may happen with this foot of mine and the recovery process... And I know that he will take care of me and the kids like he has done before. When I ask him about it, he says "We never know what will happen with health... We just take care of our family day by day, whatever that means." He has loved me and supported me and believed in all my dreams and given me the time and support to achieve them. I couldn't be more grateful. We've been stubborn at staying together... There is magic here between us... Mystery still to be unfolded... A love story still being discovered. I think it will always be that way. He will always be utterly familiar and a divine mystery to me all at the same time. 15 years, 8 moves to different towns, 5 houses bought, 2 dogs and most importantly: 2 daughters and 1 family. Thanks for saying yes to this grand adventure, Dawsy. You are my very favourite.