Ten years ago today, I met Joshua. I didn’t know at the time he was to be my husband, as he was a religious brother and I discerning a vocation to the religious life myself.  Even though, when meeting him, I never thought of him as anything more than a brother in Christ, I still remember many trivial details about the day we met, something I am thankful for. Joshua will also tell you that I remember random things about everything, so this isn’t a big deal, but it is to me.
Here is a picture of us a few months later, having run in to each other during a Hispanic Fest at the Josephinum. (I took a picture of the picture hanging on our fridge and cropped out the other people in it, sorry Andy and Fr. Avram.) Ten years later, I think we both look pretty much the same, don’t you?
*When you click on the picture it turns sideways, I’m sorry!*
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