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Today my husband and I start our fourth year of marriage and I’m completely smitten with him.
I met Ben at the job I had in college. We were walking out to our cars after work one night in the absolutely freezing Illinois weather, and I was hit with the importance of not letting him get away. We stopped in the courtyard nearby and talked through shivers and chattering teeth, and that was when I knew Ben was going to be in my life. It seemed like the most normal thing in the world and I didn’t question it.
Afterwards, I started walking towards my car and searching the bottom of my purse for my keys with a huge smile on my face, as I walked away from him I was absolutely certain I was going to marry him. I even said it out loud in my car just to make sure the universe paid attention. Then I quietly waited for him to get caught up with me and nine months later Ben proposed.
A year after we got married and moved to St. Louis there was a new bench put in that courtyard that reads “We fell in love at ISU” which (in my mind) is only a tribute to my husband and I. Obviously. I can always depend on that story to remind me of the magic between us.