Eight Years Ago...

I love February 15th.
It's a day that I will never forget as long as I breathe.
A day that I am thankful for.
A day that helped shape who I am today.
A day that I did something crazy.
A day that I faced my fears.
A day that was written for me since the beginning of time.
A day that I knew as I walked out of that Northwest terminal at ORD, that I was walking up to the love of my life.
He didn't even have to say a word.
I felt it as our eyes met.
But really, he had me from that moment on.
On this day, eight years ago, I was rescued.