The man in my life has flaming red hair. It was the first thing I noticed about Jesse when I saw his picture on a well known online matchmaking site. The second thing I noticed was his concern for others, which was apparent even with the limited amount of information available on his profile. I was smitten before I even knew it was coming.
We met face-to-face for the first time on a blustery October day at an Indian restaurant in the city where he lived. We talked over chicken tika masala (sometimes I try to branch out but I always return to it) about the strange things we had in common, most notably having traveled (in his case) and lived (in my case) in the former Soviet Socialist Republics. In some circles knowing something about those countries with their poverty, their lively music, and their amazingly yummy BBQ “shashlik” is commonplace but in the bluegrass of Kentucky it is a rare thing indeed. Later, we went for a walk through a park where the cold wind blew off the lake and he made me laugh.
The rest of the story of getting to know each other and our beautiful wedding will come another day. But this morning as I consider the adventures I have had, I know that the biggest adventure of my life is the one I experience, every day, with him.
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