If you would have told me ten years ago I'd be married to the ginger I was currently making out with in a basement, I would have called you pretty intuitive. Our first date was at Chipotle, where we ate burritos as if it were our last meal. Any questions?
We make similar hair mistakes (see above). We take an annual trip to the zoo because Matt likes the weird animal facts on the signs no one reads, and I like eating corn dogs outside. We sing to annoy each other. We laugh during arguments. I hate board games, and he hates Oprah. We both hate vegetables. Soulmates.
Transitioning from friends to dating to marriage to parents was seamless, and sometimes it feels like the titles never really mattered. We were always going to be together because we said so. Cheers to ten years.