My Type 3

Early in the spring of 1999 I met someone who really caught my eye.  I was pretty sure nothing would ever come of it because of our age difference . . . . he’s six years younger than me.  But I slipped my number to him anyway.  No . . .  actually . . . . I was way too shy to slip him my number - instead a mutual friend gave it to him for me.  Later that week he called me.  And thirteen years ago today we went on our first date.


In September of 1999 we spent a long weekend in Maine.  On that trip, I told him about diabetes.  He didn’t know anything about diabetes.  To be honest, there was a lot I didn’t know too.  But over the years we’ve learned so much together and he’s helped me time and time again.

Eight years ago today, exactly five years to the day of our first date, we were married.


It was the best day of my life.  I’m so grateful to have the best Type 3 a girl could wish for.  He helps me stay motivated, he gets me juice boxes, he takes care of me when I can’t take care of myself.  But beyond that, he is my best friend and my favorite person.  He’s just as silly and warped as I am.  He's met most of my DOC friends and he counts them as his friends too.  He loves me more than I ever thought possible, and I love him the same right back.  He can’t know what it’s really like to live with diabetes, and I can’t know what it’s really like to be on the outside looking in diabetes-wise.  But we each do our best to help the other understand.  I’m so grateful for all he does for me.  And I know he’s grateful for all I do to make sure we are together for a good long time, despite diabetes.



Happy Anniversary, Pete!!  I  love you!