Tonight I watched our wedding video with my husband of almost seven years. 

It feels like yesterday I met him for the first time, although he says we met earlier, years before. He remembered me, and thought I was loud. 

I didn’t remember this meeting, but was, and still am, a little offended that was his first impression.

Then again, I have that effect on people sometimes. My filter doesn’t always work, and my hearing is suboptimal. The combination often makes people think I’m a crazy extrovert,

But the truth is much different 

I love being around others, but find it’s always been hard to share any deep or important emotions, and I’m often anxious,

Scared of what people will think of me, after years of feeling shut out.

When I met him it was so comfortable. We fell into a friendship long before I ever thought of anything more.

Somehow, without knowing exactly when it happened, we became closer.

One day, I couldn’t think of anyone else. He was all I wanted out of life. And by some miracle, he felt the same. 

And maybe it wasn’t magical like in the movies, or a sweeping star-crossed tradgedy, 

but it was beautiful, exactly like it was. It was a symphony

Seven years later, we are still making music. Through all the clatter and noise of the world around us, and the mini-maestros we’ve created,

my safe place is still in his arms, head on his heart, feeling it beat. Keeping time with the music of our lives