8 years ago today I tied the knot with my main man Adam. He was the perfect combination of football player and poet, and as my roommate's older brother he was totally off limits which made him irresistible. We started writing each other letters when he lived in San Francisco and I was still at school in Davis.  When I was cleaning out our garage for our upcoming move to Petaluma, I found a box of correspondence, replete with Bob Dylan lyrics.  I'm glad I met him when I was young enough to need to make him a mix tape to really tell him how I felt.  I'm glad I was old enough to have suffered through my first broken heart. I'm glad his sister is now my sister.