Today my husband, Chris and I are celebrating our fifteenth anniversary, and I thought I’d commemorate the day by sharing our story. I can hardly believe it’s been that long. You always joke and say, “Geez, where does the time go?” but it really does by when you aren’t looking, doesn’t it? I have a sixteen year old son now who just got his driver’s license. I swear he was this big just yesterday.
Chris and I met in college. Purdue University, in Lafayette, Indiana. I was a Psychology major, my husband majored in Computer Aided Design. The story is a little corny, but it is what is. I placed an add in the local newspaper, in the personals column. That was long before the internet and all those match-making sites, don’t you know. ‘Cause I’m just that old (so my sixteen year old likes to remind me. lol). I was bored with my romantic lot in life, had just wizened up and dumped a loser of a boyfriend, and thought it might be fun. First time I spoke to him on the phone, I couldn’t understand a word he said. I grew up on the west coast, he grew up in Indiana, and had the thickest Midwestern accent I’d ever heard. I kept having to ask him to repeat everything. I’m surprised he ever called me back. Lol
First time I actually met him in person he surprised me at work. I worked in a gas station as a cashier. He worked delivering pizzas, and came up to my station to get gas and to check me out. We were together every day after that. He was and still is my best friend.
Ah, but Chris and I did things a bit backwards. We had the baby first, and married a year later, about two weeks after our son’s first birthday. We were married in the county courthouse, in jeans and T-shirts. I was nervous and he looked scared to death. Lol And no, I didn’t miss the traditional wedding. It doesn’t bother me that I didn’t have some fancy wedding gown or a great big white wedding cake. I’m not much of a dress wearer anyway and my behind doesn't really need the cake. I guess you could say we just kind of eloped. He looked at me one day and said, “Let’s get married" and I said, “Okay.” And here we are, fifteen years later.
He’s kind of quirky, my husband. He’s not a romantic man, but I like to call him my very own hero, because he’d do anything for me. I don’t get flowers on birthdays or our anniversary. In fact, all that lovely courtship stuff stopped somewhere around the time the baby came. If you ask my husband, he says flowers just die. Waste of money. Instead, he gives me plants, so I can plant them in the garden in the front of our house. So I can have flowers every day, not just for a week at a time. He’s not a reader, jokingly calls what I write “smut”, but supports my writing. He cheers me on, and bought me my first laptop so I could have something all for me to be able to write on. He makes me laugh, even when I’m ticked at him. He even cooks and helps around the house without having to be asked.
Like any marriage, ours isn’t perfect. There are times when I want to kill him, and times when I’m positive he wants to kill me (and that I probably deserve it wink). But for the most part, I can honestly say we’re happily married. I feel blessed to have him.
Happy Anniversary, babe. Here’s to fifteen more. <3