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Our Love Story

It’s a strange enough thing that two people can find each other, fall in love, and then make it work despite all the differences and trials that makes us human; even stranger with three. Rife and I just celebrated our three-year wedding anniversary this month. It feels like no time at all and forever at the same time.

When we met, I had been working at Whole Foods for almost two years and it was his first week. He was standing at the customer service desk and I was behind him, zoned out and waiting to leave for the day. And then he turned around. It happened in a split second, this deep knowing. The next few months were a whirlwind of uprooting our separate lives to entwine them together. After our first date we stayed the night at my sisters house and we’ve been sharing a home ever since.

Flash forward a couple years and my darling had realized something important: he wanted to transition. Up until this point I was pretty comfortable in my lesbian identity and neither of us really knew much about it, so we did what any two people living in the computer age would do: we asked the internet. Among the Google articles and support groups on Tumblr, he met someone really wonderful- Adam. The two of them became fast friends and I was enjoying watching Rife grow into the wonderful person he was always meant to be.

Rife connected Adam and I, and we started the group chat of the century. We talked as a group almost as much as Rife and I talked on our own, and the three of us clicked so easily. Rife and I had never considered being poly, but it was something that was developing so naturally. We talked it out, tried to figure out what exactly we were feeling, and then went for it.

In the summer of 2017, Adam came for his first visit to Kentucky. I was so nervous. Rife and Adam had met in person once in Colorado, but I had only talked through text and phone calls. I remember that first glimpse of him in the airport- how my heart skipped a beat and how perfectly he fit into our arms. Two days later it was time to take him back to that same airport, but as we all lay on the bed all tangled up and dreading that drive, we realized something. This was home. There was something so right, so easy. I knew in my soul that this was my family. These two boys were my world, and I was home.

A couple months later we all moved into this house, with all of these pups. I wake up every morning to their handsome faces, hear their laugh as I walk in the door from work. My heart is complete and I am safe here in these love filled rooms. We are chasing our dreams together, searching for a place in the woods, a place to call our own.