It's the day I met Peter.
It was a chance meeting. I was visiting the college he attended and staying a few nights with a close friend of his (who was my guide). I arrived on a Saturday afternoon and Monday was my last night on campus before flying home early Tuesday morning. I was 17, a senior in high school, a month out from graduation, and dating someone. And, that night, in 1998, I was hit by 'the thunderbolt'.
|November 1998 (I was 18; Peter was 20)|
A lot of cultures have a word for it; call it Kerauno or Cupid's Arrow or what you will, but whatever it was hit us both. We went from two teenagers (he was 19) who didn't know each other, to 2 people in love. And, while many people said it wouldn't last, here we are... 13 years later, happily married, completely in love, with a family of our own that we adore. It wasn't always an easy road, but, through it all, we've had each other.
We met, we fell in love, we exchanged the vows that changed our lives forever... I love him so much and I am so honored to be his wife.
Táim i ngrá leat, my sweet love, but more than that, Tá grá agam duit!
(in case you are wondering, kerauno is Greek and means "thunderbolt"; Táim i ngrá leat is Gaelic for "I'm in love with you", and Tá grá agam duit is Gaelic for "I love you")