I believe it was this day, four years ago, (ish?) That my brother-in-law met my sister-in-law, Jennifer, at The Anti-Valentine’s Day Party, (or, Valentine’s Day Recovery Party) Zack and I hosted.
Am I right? Was that (just/only*) four years ago? If so, happy meet-a-versary Jenn & Jared. Aaannnddd, I’m not saying Zack and I are trying take all the credit or anything, but, uh, you’re welcome.
(love you both.)
(*Isn’t it weird how time can seem like forever and no time at all, all at the same time? Dad was saying that it felt like just the other day that Zack and I got married, and at the same time, it feels like we’ve been married forever. I totally know what he means. It feels like Zack and I have only been married for a minute, but it also feels like we’ve never not been married. When I express that sentiment to my dad all he said was all, “Yeah, just wait until you’ve been married for 30-something years. I’m talking, like, more years married then not married. Then we can talk about the tricks that time likes to play.” He’s right, but I couldn’t admit it. I just told him to stop bragging.)