Reader, I married him
Happy anniversary to us. And to you, too.
On Saturday, we mark 28 years of marriage, which was preceded by five years of Intense Discussion As to Whether We Should Even Be Dating, Much Less Get Married.
The photo above is an accurate representation of our relationship of 30+ years. We took this a couple of years ago in Paris on a dream vacation. It should have been an iconic photo on the banks of the Seine. He is making a weird face while I’m giving helpful instructions as to camera positioning. Cheese!
But then, what did we expect? The relationship started with miscommunication as to where we would meet for a first date (he said “lounge,” I heard “lobby,” and we never did meet up that night). We blew past that red flag, and along the way, we gaily collected others. We have cussed and discussed everything from jeans length to dessert bowls. We once argued over whether to wear engagement rings (no); whether a tattoo is OK on an adult (split vote), and who is the smartest of the two of us (another split vote, and a weekend forever lost while we batted that one back and forth). (And if you think he was arguing that I was smarter or that I was arguing that he was smarter, you really don’t know us very well, do you?)
He is infuriating. He is funny as hell. My heart still skips a little when he walks through the door.
So we are still here. And that’s a very good thing. Feel free to share your own meet cute, or just stand back and admire two souls, lost at sea, but lost together.
Happy Anniversary! I met my wife 56 years ago at the first coed dorm at the University of Washington. I caught a glimpse of her across the dining room the first week of Fall term and thought to myself "there is a girl I would like to meet". I had no idea how to find her, but a week later my roommate and I had popped some popcorn and were eating it in front of our big window. We had the last room on the men's side and there were small windows perpendicular to our room on the women's side. We heard some giggling and looked over to see that window open and two coeds looking at us and rubbing their stomachs. It was visiting hours and we set a record getting to the women's side. I was surprised to see one of them was the girl in the cafeteria. We've been together ever since.
50 years married, 47.2 happily.