10 months in Phoenix. 32 years, 2 months in Colorado. Of all the places and all of the times he could have been in Phoenix, on tour with his band, out of money and friends with someone I knew it had to be smack dab in the middle of that 10 month period in AZ.
Our first attempt at marriage occurred after a long night of driving from Phoenix to Las Vegas after having known eachother 4 weeks. We filled out the marriage license applications and chickened out. We got back to Phoenix with about 5 hours to spare before his flight back to Denver left.
8 years later we live in a nice house that we own, have a gorgeous daughter and incredible family. I’ve only lived outside the state of Colorado for 10 months out of the 399 months I’ve been alive and that’s when he showed up. My husband.
