On this morning, seventeen years ago, I got up and showered like any other morning. Then I put on a long white dress with a large floral print, fixed my make-up and waited for my then fiance to put on his suit. We went to lunch at Cotton Patch Cafe in Dennison, Texas. I had blackberry cobbler for dessert. And once we were stuffed, we set out to begin the adventure of a lifetime.
We were married that afternoon at the Justice of the Peace. We only had plain silver bands because we were just starting out with a new house and new jobs, and we couldn’t really afford anything else. I wore that ring until it broke and had to be replaced. These days I wear something a lot sturdier, for the simple fact I’m extremely rough on rings and dent, scratch, or break them.
When we started that journey, I’d never have guessed that in seventeen years we’d have two kids, one a teenager, and would be working completely different jobs. I’ve worn a lot of hats over the years (Information Systems, Administrative Assistant, Compliance Coordinator) but the mantle of “author” seems to fit me best. It’s a job I love and I can’t imagine doing anything else. And I wouldn’t be able to do this job without the support of my husband, who always tells me to keep writing, even on bad days when I doubt myself.
So, Happy Anniversary to my other half. Thank you for the love and support you’ve given me the last seventeen years…here’s hoping we have seventeen more in our future.
As it draws close to my 17 year anniversary, I’m reminded of the day I met my husband. I had recently purchased an eight-week-old Italian Greyhound puppy and had taken her to the vet. They’d discovered she had a heart defect and wanted to run some tests. So, I dropped her off on my way to work, and I was a nervous wreck. They had to put her under in order to do some of the testings. My husband was working there as a vet tech at the time and he handled the intake paperwork and took my baby from me as I rushed off to work.
I called during the day to check on my puppy and make sure that she came through the tests well and had woken up from the anesthesia. The lady on the other end of the phone laughed when I told her which dog I was calling about, and informed me that the cute vet tech who had handled my paperwork that morning was carrying my precious pooch around the clinic with him. He’d done her nails, given her treats, and pampered her all day.
When I went to pick her up, the cute vet tech came out and talked to me. We didn’t exchange phone numbers, but we both had AOL so he gave me his ID (Yes, I’m old LOL). We ended up chatting online that night, and I asked for his phone number. We talked every night after that, sometimes for hours, until the day we moved in together that March. We got married a few months later on May 1st and we’ve been together ever since. He even left the vet clinic and we worked at the same place for a short while, until we were both let go over the Christmas holidays. Don’t worry…we both moved on to jobs we loved (until I decided to be a stay-at-home mom).
So, that’s my story…How did you meet your significant other?