Five years ago today I said “I do” to the greatest man in the world.
We met through a friend at a local bar, and I won’t lie, in the beginning, he did NOT sweep my off my feet
In fact, it took pushing these up to my chin
and offering him some of my Nachos to get his attention; and if that was not bad enough, I shamefully played with my hair and laughed at his ridiculous jokes all night long (if you know Dude you can appreciate this). And, OK while I am at it I may as well admit that I really wasn’t wowed by him; I was just so over having dated every douche out there that I just figured “what the hell”. But as the night progressed he started to grow on me and at the end of the evening I drove him back to his truck and braced myself for the dreaded “first kiss moment”; except only he looked at me and said “It was nice to meet you”, got out and drove away.
Leaving me feeling like this
The next day, after a much needed verbal slap to the head by our mutual friend he called and asked for a date; which I might add he showed up a half hour late for and without flowers!
I know, I know why did I even go you ask? I almost didn’t, but I am glad I did because it was by far the best first date I have ever been on. We laughed through dinner until our stomachs ached, and afterward he drove around the City for an hour trying to find me an open ice cream shop to no avail. He eventually took me back to his place and appeared from the kitchen with his left over ice cream birthday cake from the day before; we sat Indian style on the couch with two forks, the box between us and nibbled at the cake talking until the wee hours of the morning. Never once did he try a thing.
(Until the second date, OK and I may have made the first move; don’t judge you’ve done it!)
Over the course of our five year courtship I swear we must have attended every other person on the planets wedding and never once did he bring up marriage. I thought for sure that despite our even buying a home together, he was going to date me forever, but I truly never thought of leaving…
I mean really ladies, would you leave this?
(Back off – he’s mine)
But a few days before Christmas in 2006 I heard him come up the steps after his walk with the dog; I heard him yell “AVON CALLING!”, opened the door and found him on one knee!
Finally, he made me a blushing bride!
(OK so I should have worn red, so what!?)
And within a minute (and with the little help from a fertility doctor) he gave me the best gift of all….
He made me a Mommy….
Despite all of the baggage I came with and all of the issues that were jammed packed inside, this man has stuck by me and has provided for us in every way possible. Words cannot express how grateful I am for him and feel so lucky that he chose me.
To the man who I thought “Could not possibly be any worse than any other guy I’ve dated”
I LOVE YOU and here’s to many more happy years to come!