I remember the exact moment I knew I loved my now husband. There were no fireworks. No heavenly choirs singing I Will Always Love You (as if any celestial being could sing it better than Whitney). Not to mention none of the love songs on the radio started making sense. 

My experience was certainly not dramatic… It was just a simple thought. 

I was driving down Dews Pond Rd, heading to school to teach some voice lessons when Cupid’s arrow pierced my subconscious, bringing this incredibly distinct and undeniable thought:

“I could share a toothbrush with him…not that I want to, but I could.” 

And that’s all she wrote. I knew I was in love. It wasn’t a dopamine rush- it was just him.

 But that’s actually not all she wrote. After almost a decade of marriage, there have been many more endearingly weird occurrences that remind me I did indeed marry the right person. It’s still just him.

Do you remember Jeff Foxworthy? (No, I don’t want to share his toothbrush. Yes, this is going somewhere.) He’s most famous for his “You might be a redneck if…” jokes. That’s how I feel about my husband. Not that he’s a redneck (though he doesn’t wear his sunblock so his neck is literally quite red). More like “You might love your husband if…” because there have been many weird and wonderful moments of continued confirmations. Be on the lookout for some of them in future installments.

But for now, I’m content just sharing my oral hygiene predispositions were right.