I remember in high school I had been dating a boy (not Brad) for five months and it seemed like a long time. Everyone thought it was a long time. So perhaps it’s a change in perspective.
As I think on it more and more, 10 years is a significant period of time but really, not all that long. I feel like just yesterday I was musing about five years of marriage, but that was in May… five months ago (exactly).
1. I have decided to leave my comments on the topic of Miss Manners’ advice to a reader with diabetes with my Facebook post yesterday… and the rest of this paragraph! I think that my passion for spreading awareness of the realities of diabetes made me really upset when I read the advice. Online it’s really easy to let passion override patience when educating people with diabetes. I made a comment on Karen’s post earlier today, with the thought that maybe we think people notice the diabetes stuff more than they actually do. It’s such a large aspect of our lives that how can it not be visible to others? The reality is that if we don’t make a big production out of testing our blood or taking an injection, it’s very easy for that to go unnoticed by strangers (and therefore can’t make them uncomfortable). The bottom line is that I will check my blood sugar whenever I need to, where I am and I won’t apologize for it.
With Valentine’s Day at the end of this week, I’ve been thinking about some unique parts of Brad’s and my relationship, one of them being the very first time we met.
It’s a common couple question:
How did you two meet?
Facebook even wants to when how I met Brad!
Here’s the problem: We can’t agree on when we first met.
However, our differing answers to that question show you how nerdy we both were are. Both answers involve high school speech tournaments. Also these stories make more sense if you know what the National Forensics League (apparently the name has changed?) and extemporaneous speech are (I was international extemp and Brad was U.S. extemp).