The story of a

The story of a marriage

So, yesterday I had a screaming match with the hubster. Yup, a big, nasty fight, brought about by stupidity, lack of sleep, and upset tummies. His and mine - we've got a bug here. I went to bed hurt, angry and upset. So I think it's only fitting that, in the spirit of all this, that I share with you the story of how we met, got engaged and married. To kind of help me remember why I married him, doncha know.

I met him four days after my 19th birthday. I had joined, or should I say, rejoined the church, and was taking part in the youth group. We were standing outside the church selling donuts, to raise money for something or another, and he was standing outside selling raffle tickets for the choir to go to Rome. (Talk about Jesus driving the money changers out, eh?) He asked me to buy a ticket, and I made some kind of comment about him buying donuts, and I'd buy a raffle ticket. He bought, and I didn't. The youth group was going to dinner and one of the ladies invited him - she said he was cute. Yeah, he was, but I was dating someone.

So, we all went to dinner, and he and I caught eyes a few times, but nothing special. He asked, after we ate, if he could get everyone's number. The group was going to get together to make Christmas wreaths for the military, and he made a comment about wanting to call us if he decided to come. I went home, took off my bra, got into sweats and washed off my makeup. Brrring! It was him, calling to invite me to a movie. That night. As in, twenty minutes later. I told him I was dating someone, and his fateful question was "You aren't getting married, are you?" Well, no, so off to the movie I went. We saw Look Who's Talking. I was stunned to find out he was fifteen years my senior. After, we were going to get dinner, and he realized he had no money with him, so we went back to my place and I made spaghetti. The green can of parmesan cheese was clogged, so I (stupidly!) pounded it on the floor to unclog it. I got it unclogged, alright, all over the floor!

Four days later, we went out to dinner. The waiter brought my leftovers, wrapped in foil. Hubster asked me, "Aren't you going to open it?" Um, no, it's leftovers. I did, and was fall-to-the-floor surprised to see a diamond ring.

So, we met each other November 19, got engaged November 23, and married on December 16, all in the same year. To complete the memorable-ness (what a made up word!) of the year, I got my impacted wisdom teeth removed two days before the wedding. I was losing my free military healthcare, after all!

It will be fifteen years this December. No one EVER thought we'd make it this long, and, baring another knock down drag out like last night, I think we are in it for the long haul.