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So in the spirit of cleaning things before the move AND avoidance of said task I was cleaning out my email today. I clicked into the folder called Mike and found all sorts of fun things including 368 emails from January 2nd 2000 to February 9th 2000. The emails end Feb 9th because 1)Ryan Donnelly was visiting 2)I was packing 3)I showed up on his doorstep 3 days later at 7:30am, after a 15 hr drive cross country with my clothes, computer, and Kitti (RIP). After reading through the early days of our relationship, it’s clear we were out of our minds. I’m sure there were a variety of reasons we were out of our minds, some may have been < cough > hormonal. But here we are anyway in our 7th year, married, with Adam, in our own house, in Virginia, on the verge of returning to Wisconsin. Funny how things turn out.

It sorta reminds me of that Levi’s commercial from years ago where 2 young, hip adults meet in an elevator (“I think I love you” is playing). They touch hands or something and suddenly they see an unfolding flash of their future — wedding, kids, old age, etc. Needless to say, they freak out and part ways, thus avoiding the future they saw.

If I had seen this future back on January 1st 2000, I wouldn’t have believed it. That Mike looks young and innocent, and clean shaven. This Mike, not so much. In fact, he currently has a full beard which he is threatening to shave off tomorrow. I think I have to get a pic and post them side-by-side. He can’t look too different though because Adam immediately said “DADDY!” when he saw the old pics I was pulling out of emails.

Is there a point to this post? Not really. I’m grateful that I kept that archive of emails and it’s fun to look back and see how things turned out. The funny thing is, I went to Madison in February because I was sure things would turn out. I knew it and I didn’t want to miss it. Sometimes I think the best decisions I’ve ever made have been those gut decisions, the ones I made my decision in a flash, internally comitted to it, then agonized over all the details and did it anyway.

We’ll see how the move turns out. It feels like that, but you never know until it’s over.

Anyone want to come and help us pack?