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15 years ago today...

15 years ago today, my husband took a leap of faith and married me. When we first met, he didn't even know where Trinidad was!

I'd been working in information technology for long enough that I felt I needed to expand my horizons...perhaps a business degree somewhere overseas? I picked my graduate school because they offered a 1-year program (that is, a 2-year program compressed into one year), and I didn't think I could afford a 2-year overseas program, since I missed all the deadlines for scholarships - I had decided too late. They also had good scores for their teaching. After being out of school for a while, that seemed a good thing. I went into debt and headed off to England.

My husband's graduate school had an exchange program with this University in England and as fate would have it, we landed in the same class doing much the same courses, with him sitting behind me. Here is a somewhat poorly scanned image from the year we met  - a class photo. No, we didn't always wear jackets to school.




On our wedding day, 15 years ago.


And now, to the modern era and the age of digital photography.



After 15 years I have to say I am blessed and grateful that we have only grown together, and for some reason, this anniversary seems particularly sweet.

To the best bubby ever!

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Anonymous said…
You two are such a great couple!!! Congrats and wishing you all the happiness in the world!
-arati
18 February 2013 at 12:32
Austin Trini said…
Hi Arati,

Thanks so much! We marvel how well we fit each other!
18 February 2013 at 14:02
Savi said…
Happy Anniversary, Sally and Gunnar, and wishing you many more to come!

Love,
Savi
21 February 2013 at 07:43
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