me and him

his eyes tell tales, nikon d50 digital

I met my husband in a bar called Mikes Tree House in August of 2003. It's no longer there (the bar). I went with a friend of mine to a happy hour she and her coworkers were having.

He went with his roommate who was one of the coworkers.

As I walked in, I noticed him right away and sized him up as some spoiled, egotistical frat boy who thought he was god's gift to women.

I feel ridiculous looking back now and realizing how quickly I can judge people-I mean the poor guy hadn't even said hello yet and I'd already decided he was a jackass. However, I am glad to say that I am not one to stay committed to my first impressions. I'm always open to someone changing my mind.

Boy, did he.

As the night drew on, we drew closer and closer and soon, the group chatter didn't matter and we were only focused on each other. Here was this guy who was funny and freaking hot (hello!) and didn't look at my chest when he was speaking to me. And he knew music and movies and sports and had this adorable crooked front tooth. swoon. I didn't even attempt to play it cool when he asked me for my number.

Then he took to a week (a WEEK folks!) to call me and I had almost written him off. When he did call FINALLY (can you tell I still haven't let that one go??? LOL) and guys, that was it. Hooked. Both of us. Immediately.

We told each other we loved each other a week later and other than when one of us is not in town, we have not spent a night apart.

What can I say? Sometimes when you know, you KNOW.

After almost 6 years together, he can still make my knees go wobbly.

And he can frustrate me to no end.

I dunno, the internet has the innate quality of making alot of situations seem more etherial and lofty than they really are.

But really, I think if the fairy tale continued after the prince carries the princess off into the sunset, we would see them going home to eat dinner in front of the TV and talk about what bills are coming up to be paid.

I don't think that makes the fairy tale any less enchanted-just more realistic. I don't think we need the otherwordly to have a magical existence, I believe that magic and enchantment happen in the every day routine if we pay attention to it.

Today, I felt like celebrating the magic of us. The normal, boring, frustrating, delicious, hysterical magic of our life together. It's not an anniversary of any sort for us. But why wait until some official day to celebrate the life we've made together?

We have been through a lot-I will never forget the look on his face when he got the phone call that his dad had passed away. And I will also never forget the look on his face as I walked down the aisle on our wedding day.

Both are part of the man I married, both moments are part of our story.

I am in love with it all.