Tuesday the 27th marked seven years since Jonathon asked me to marry him. I have been reflecting on that period of my life a lot for the last week. One could say that when I chose a husband, I did it my way and not the popular way or the way that seems most right to most of the western world. That is to say, I did it the hard way and without any anesthetic. The anesthetic..."being in love." Whatever that means.