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Fifteen Years? Impossible!

Friday, January 18, 2013

Yesterday was the 15 year anniversary of my husband's and my first date. I was seventeen and a senior in high school. I remember everything about that day, including going to a Vanderbilt basketball game in the afternoon with my parents and telling my mom that I had a date that night and he was the cutest guy I'd ever gone out with. I never talked to my mom about things like that. I think I knew from the moment he picked me up in his Mustang that he was a keeper, since that had been my dream car for as long as I could remember. In fact, a poster of a Mustang was the only one on my bedroom wall. We went to dinner, then a movie. He held my hand during it. He kissed me afterward. When he dropped me back at home, I asked him to my prom four months later. I didn't know I'd spend the rest of my life with him, but it never occurred to me that we might break up.

When I remember that day, I can't help but think about what I looked like. True, I was only 17, but I was a size three. Three! I also had overly large breasts that made me self conscious despite my otherwise tiny shape. Surgery corrected that, but I have to work to get back to the 32 year old version of that girl. She won't be a size 3, I don't think, but she can be healthier and look better. I know my husband doesn't love me or not love me based on my looks, but I of course want him to have a nice looking wife!

The past decade and a half haven't been perfect, but we're a team and truly each other's best friend. we've grown up together, and shared so many life experiences that many couples don't get to, like graduations and first jobs. We've dreamed together, and seen those dreams come to fruition. We picked out my engagement ring eight months later while I was home from college one weekend. He gave it to me three and a half years later. We married a year after that. That was almost ten years ago. It seems impossible, but at 32, I've spent almost half my life with this man.

Yesterday I wore a necklace he gave me for Christmas several years ago. It alternates garnets and pearls, the garnets representing January when we met and pearls representing June when we married. I told my students about the significance of the day, and jokingly warned them to be careful who they went to prom with. They laughed, or hoped, depending. I have had several students return after graduation telling me that they hope to someday have a marriage like mine, one they probably haven't seen in their own homes. That means a lot, and encourages me to be the best wife I can so we can continue to be an example to our daughter and my other children claimed through teaching.
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PATSYB7 1/19/2013 5:56AM

    Where does the time go? My dh and I have been together for 36 years--married 33 this year! Congratulations! emoticon

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