When I was pregnant with Gabe, Kamel and I would go on lots of walks. Frequently we would ask each other, “5 years ago could you believe this would happen? That you would be living here, married, and about to have a baby?” We would always say, “no way! no how! I wouldn’t have believed it even if future me came back and told me it would happen!”
(A photo from July 12th, 2009)
It’s not so long. Not as long as I have known my best friends. Only a fraction of how long my parents have been together. But 5 years of knowing, somehow it feels solid. Not so solid (but what is solid? 10? 30?), but it feels good. In a few days we celebrate our 3 year wedding anniversary.
5 years. 1 wedding. 6 moves between us. 1 child. A million and 1 fights. A million and 1 makeups. Every day deciding: Yup, this one, I pick this one.
This weekend we are enjoying some luxury in town. I am writing this poolside, a breeze off the water, a lime green umbrella above me, and my Kamely by my side. This life continues to give me so many crazy surprises. So many challenges. So many joys.
5 years ago I did not know this would be my future. 5 years ago I met a guy from twitter for a photoshoot (do not do what I did, it sounds crazy when spoken out loud) with a hasselblad and the rest is history. A few days, maybe a week, after I met him I imagined who our children would be. A month later I moved away to Seattle, leaving him in San Francisco. 7 months later I moved back. 9 months later we were engaged.
Everything you know can change in a moment. A year can be the difference in it all. 5? I can’t even imagine.
(From today, July 12th, 2014)