is is my husband. His name is Norman.
He’s Swiss by birth, was raised in Uganda until he was 18, and at 19, became a scuba diving instructor.
Here’s him doing that:
When we met, he told me all of this, matter of factly, like that’s totally normal.
Because all Swiss 19 year olds grow up in Uganda, speak fluent Italian, German, English, and Spanish, and are scuba instructors. Geez, Leah. It’s like, no big deal.
I was 25 when we met; I turned 26 two weeks later.
Once we started dating, things moved pretty quickly. Which is why, when he asked me if I’d like to go back to Canada with him (10 days into the relationship), I said yes.
Since then, we’ve had some pretty epic adventures:
Last April, we made the trip to Yosemite National Park, where he put a ring on it!
Our dog, Jewels barked during the 15 mintue ceremony. Afterwards, as we were driving around the park taking pictures, Norman (who, when we met, declared with the authority of a teenager, that marriage was just a paper and therefore stupid), declared he felt different after getting married. Passing the baton to me, he asked how I felt.
And in a moment of complete non-censure, for which I will be heckled for our entire marriage, I said I felt “old”.
So anyway, this is Norman (and I):
And I just thought you should meet him. And love him. Cause I do. 🙂