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September 04, 2009

Two Years Married and Four Years Together

Anniversaries were not important to me before I met my hubby. Something happened to me when he and I met. It started with our first real date. He emailed a sweet invitation to meet at a movie theater and attached the movie choices and asked me to choose which movies I would be interested in seeing and list them in order of first choice, second choice etc. That was easy. I looked at the trailers and made my choices and hit reply.

Turned out we had the exact same selection. So we met at the theater the following weekend to see our first choice. Hubby was waiting for me in front of the theater. He had a big smile and already had the tickets in his pocket. We didn't even hold hands in the movie. But we enjoyed the movie and decided to eat at one of the restaurants within walking distance. We were talking and eating when my stomach started telling me how nervous I actually was. I made a beeline for the restroom. When I returned I told him I thought I should go home. He said he had something for me in his car so we walked to his car and he handed me a CD of his favorite music. And then HE HUGGED ME. I was shaking my head all the way home, asking myself what the heck was that anyway. When he hugged me I felt like I had come home. It was the first time I had ever felt like that and it was impossible to describe it. It really surprised me.

After that we met as often as possible. We put the movie stubs in an envelope at his apartment and started saving every teeny tiny souvenir. A feather we found. A post it note one of us left each other. I thought he was just always a romantic guy with everyone but much later I was to learn that this was just as new to him as it was to me. He was enjoying the discovery as much as I was. We lived forty miles apart so
sometimes he would drive up to see me and we would play tennis and get to know each other. Sometimes I would go to his place and we bought me a bicycle so I could ride with him. He rode his bike every day and I was to learn much much later how the exercise is necessary for him.

So we have been together four years now. Our little envelope became a large manilla envelope and then grew to a shoe box and today everything is in an office storage box with our handwritten "MEMENTOS" all over it. We still put things into the box and laughingly talk about someday sitting in our rockers with the box or boxes nearby and looking through our receipts and stubs and notes and drawings and all the items that mean so much to us.

Today is our two year wedding anniversary. Happy anniversary, dear hubby. Thank you for your love. You are the most interesting person I have ever known and I treasure your dimple, admire your talents, and trust my heart to your care.

12 comments:

A Free Man said...

Congratulations! And I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only one who uses the 'mix tape' (er, CD) as a courting tool!

Badass Geek said...

Happy Anniversary!

I collected things from my relationship with my wife, too. It's a neat way to help remember.

Margie said...

Happy Anniversary!
Such a sweet love story...I loved it!

Margie:)

Shadow said...

happy anniversary you two!!!!!

Jeni said...

Here's wishing you both a very Happy Anniversary and may you have many, many more!

cinner said...

Happy Anniversary, it is a wonderful story, your heart you trust in his care. Beautiful. Take care my friend. Have a good weekend.

Shadowthorne said...

*sniff* After two years or marriage, I divorced my wife last July. Oh well.

otin said...

WoooHoooo We need a group AWWWWWW! :)

petrichor said...

That was a lovely story. I also tend to hoard things from the fun things/activities I do with my husband (and it's probably just as well, as I'm in the middle of becoming a permanent resident of the US and I guess immigration will want to see that we didn't just have a marriage of convenience.

Berni said...

Congratulations. Thanks for sharing your story.

Brian Miller said...

Happy Anniversary!!! That is awesome. Early in our relationship my wife made a big box that has old love letters and momentos along the way. it is a beautiful thing to pull out on occassion and flip through...remmbering our past...looking forward to the future.

Spencer L Casey said...

That was beautiful.

SLC