Eight

Today is the 21st of September. Eight years ago, Jason & I began officially seeing one another. It's our anniversary!

{And this year, unlike last year's little bungle, I actually got the number of years correct.}

They say that the number eight is considered to be lucky in some cultures, what with its perfect balance and symmetry. I think that's a pretty good way to describe our relationship too - we balance each other out. Him: Logic. Me: Emotion. Him: Reserved. Me: Overly excitable. Him: Lefty. Me: Righty. You get the idea.

This will be our last anniversary before we get married, and start a whole new series of anniversaries. But September 21st will always hold a special place in my heart, even when it is replaced with our wedding date.

Happy eighth anniversary, Jason. There is so much goodness still to come, and I can't wait for it all to happen.*

{I'm not entirely sure why it looks like I was about to put him in a choke hold. I wish I could out my whole arm.}

*Speaking of good news, I have some - but it'll have to wait for a little while longer yet. I can't wait to share it!