10 years ago we went on our first date. That’s 1/3 of my life (mind blown). I remember so many details from that day because I may or may not have fantasized for over a year that at some point Robby would ask me out. He picked me up at my sorority house after I got out of class and took me to the zoo. I borrowed my roommate’s green and white stripe tank top and he had on a band t-shirt (I’m pretty positive it was The Cure). He taught me how to use chopsticks while we ate sushi at dinner and after we went to watch my brother and some friends play music at the Jazz Lab. On our way back to Norman he asked if we went out again what would be a fun thing to do, so I told him we should go to the drive-in movies. Later, I learned that question was a test of some sort to see how fun I was. I am glad that I apparently answered correctly. So much life has been lived in these last 10 years. I look at these old images of us and it makes me so proud of what we have built together and it reminds me how God has carried us through every high and every low. I am grateful every single day that we were put together. Rob, you are my all time favorite person, thanks for being persistent on getting permission from my brother to ask me out. I love you, I love you, I LOVE you!