A super quick (not quick) love story: Once upon a time I met my husband. We knew each other for 2 weeks before I flew to Cambodia to meet him. I didn’t tell anybody except two GFs who I gave my itinerary to...in case he was an axe murderer and murdered me. Lucky he wasn’t 💁🏻♀️. (Also to be filed under: WTF was I thinking 🤣). Anyway we got Cambodian tattoos and got along great. Which was also lucky👌🏼😆 We were engaged in 6 months, married in 1 year and tried to travel to all the countries we wanted to see before babies (highly recommend.) Anyway I was initially attracted to him bcoz he had his shiz together. He was the first male I dated with a) a job, and b) who lived on his own and wasn’t crazy. Both major ✔️✔️. And NOW, he’s my best friend, we finish off each other’s sentences, while equally drive each other up the wall bcoz: seriously he’s SO CRAZY and totally needs to chill 🤣 (full disclaimer: he’s the most patient, caring person I’ve ever met and I’M NEVER GOING TO CHILL.) BUT he still has his shiz together. (Which is very handy now mine tends to go MIA.) SO to conclude, marry someone who has their shiz together. (Also someone who builds you up/loves you unconditionally.) It’ll make life much easier in the long run 💍😆👶🏽💕 Ps. Plz swipe across for some fun pics of us before we had kids...and travelled further than the confines of our living room 💁🏻♀️ ✈️ PPS. Happy Valentines Day!