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Adam was miffed that I gave the Coles Notes version of our grand courtship yesterday when someone asked how we met – so here’s the long version. 

We met when he was in his final year at the University of Lethbridge, and I was in my second year. I was dating a guy with a broken arm the first time I ever saw Adam, he was leaning against the wall of the campus bar as I was trying to corral said broken-armed boyfriend, who was ridiculously drunk at the time, and also ridiculously wealthy. 

(The wealthy part isn’t particularly relevant, except that every so often I like to remind Adam that I could have married this super rich guy, and then Adam reminds me that he could have married that super hot girl who went on to become a provincial pageant winner and then we both sort of stare at each feeling special as we realize that we must have been pretty fantastic to take the place of Richie Rich and Miss Congeniality, respectively.)

Anyway, I thought this mysterious wall-leaner was gorgeous, and I wrote something in my journal about “the guy with the dark eyes”. 

Then a few weeks later I ran into him at Pita Pit with his best friend (Pita Pit will always hold a special place in my heart). I blushed crimson and didn’t say much. I didn’t see him again until the start of the new school year when I bumped into him at a country bar called Esmerelda’s (country music will always have a special place in my heart). He won me over with his smooth dance moves and his goofy grin, and we quickly became inseparable

I would go to watch his hockey games and leave mushy notes on his windshield. He would bring me smoothies in the morning, and he taught me how to be happy.

We moved back to Calgary after he graduated, and I transferred to the University of Calgary. We lived together, we fought, we broke up because he said he couldn’t see himself ever marrying me. He recanted, started a nine month campaign to win me back. It didn’t work, and he moved away. I recanted, followed him. We got back together and moved to this town six months later. 

Over the next seven years we got a dog, got engaged. We laughed and fought and made up and travelled. We got married. Together we made three houses into homes. 

We got pregnant, and we had Olive, and that, as they say, is that.

I haven’t always liked him, but I have always, always loved him.

Indubitably.

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