Joined at the Hip

Rewind 10 years.  The date?  October 23, 1998.  The date of my first official date with Mac and what we would later establish as our anniversary.  Our friends and family in 1998 would later know us to be --by their own definition--"joined at the hip".  A phrase so coined by my future sister-in-law at an awkward cafeteria interaction (had to add that, Beck) that lived on to find its place in a prayer at our wedding almost 4 years later.  (Thanks to you, Mat!)  

With much disgust by those around us we initially celebrated togetherness each month until the monumental 1 year, which was a first for us both.  The years rolled around until we thought it wise to celebrate the actual WEDDING anniversary rather than the dating one, so our sentimental October 23 is now often overlooked until a few days later--like this year.  But that's okay.  It just means every day is something to celebrate now.  We celebrate birthdays, promotions, conversions, successes, milestones, and memories of all kinds.  But we still prefer to be joined at the hip.  Happy "glad we went on a first date and you still like me", Mac.  I am love! 

And here is what happens when people fall in love...pumpkins.