seven years (and counting) because sure, why not?

Yesterday marked seven years since Christopher asked me to be his girlfriend. 

Except, that’s not really what happened. Instead, he said, “I like you, we should probably go out to dinner.” To which I said, “Sure, why not?” 

We celebrated by going to our favorite breakfast place, the same one we used to go to on weekend visits when he lived in Gainesville for undergrad. We ate grits (that are the life-changing kind of delicious) in celebration of the last seven years. 

It’s been two-thousand, five-hundred, and fifty-seven days since then. And they’ve been filled with a lot more instances of “Sure, why not?” 

Should we try dating long distance? 

Sure, why not?

Let’s get engaged. And then married. 

Sure, why not? 

Let’s move to Orlando and journey through med-school. 

Sure, why not? 

Do you think we can be good parents?

Sure, why not? 

Med-school. Jack. Match day. Graduation. Gainesville. Doctor. Writer. Good times. Bad times. Thriving. Barely surviving. Pushing, chasing, dreaming. 

Can we? Should we? What should we do next? What about this, or that?

Sure, why not? We can do it-why not? We’ll make it-why not? 

Yesterday, I got to sit at a table (which I’ve surely sat at before) and eat those same life-changing grits with my best friend who just happens to now be my husband of 3 & 1/3 years, and our baby. In the same little town I used to visit where we’d sit and talk and dream about the future.

All because of one little sure, why not? That led to dinner. And that led to falling in love. Which led to getting married. Which led to making a life in Orlando. Which led to Jack. Which led to Match and graduation. Which led us back to Gainesville. 

Full circle. 

Life, man. It’s so good. 

Sometimes, you should just throw caution to the wind and say sure, why not. 

You never know where it’s going to lead.