The Story of Us

Posted on | March 22, 2010 | 6 Comments

On Wednesday night, my parents came into town. This is noteworthy because they live in North Carolina and we hadn’t seen them since Christmas. (That’s a lifetime in J time, too.) Having them here, and watching how they interact with each other got me thinking about Husband and I and what kind of parents and spouses we will be as the years go by.

We met in 2005. Let me paint the scene….

Okay, this picture is not how we met. But it’s how we are. I’ve always been better friends with guys than girls; I think it’s because for the most part guys don’t pull a lot of the behind your back crap that some girls do. They make friendship easy and mainly uncomplicated. (They are also NOT who you want around when you are sad and need chick flicks and ice cream, but that’s a story for another time.) So when I got to law school, I fell into friendship with a group of guys who are, to this day, some of my favorite people in the world. One of those guys had an old college roommate who was coming down to visit and go to a concert.

I was on my way to meet up with my friends when my front left tire blew out on the road to their house. I called and they all piled in the car to meet me and fix the car. While we were out there, my friend’s old roommate called and said he was almost in town. He was told to look for us on the side of the road and stop and help.

Enter Husband. So yeah, we technically met on the side of the road. I wish I could say it was love at first sight, but it wasn’t. I was on the side of the road with a flat tire and he was overly energetic about his presence there. But as the night rolled on, he was so… gentlemanly. Having someone wait for me to catch up and hold doors open for me was like becoming royalty. I liked him, but only in a passing “what a nice guy” kind of way.

Husband will tell you that he knew he would marry me from one month in…. it took me a little longer. It took me moving to the mountains of North Carolina for a summer job, breaking up with him over the phone and having him drive up and re-land on my doorstep, longer to be exact. But once we made it through that summer I was hooked.

And I’ve been hooked ever since. Through a restaurant proposal, planning a wedding while studying for the bar exam, and getting married while waiting on bar results. And even through our honeymoon in Maui, which, to be honest, played out like a poorly written screenplay. Let’s just say that at one point we were sitting by the side of the road on the back side of Haleakala and he was telling me that I was nothing more than a scaredy cat pansy and I was telling him I just wanted to close my eyes and wake up just before the wedding so I could call the whole thing off.

Okay, so we’ve been known to be overly dramatic but the thing is, when it’s all said and done, there’s no one I’d rather have on my side than Husband. He loves the way I do… with reckless abandon… and that probably means that we’ll fight and make up, pick at each other and sometimes want to slice each other’s face off… but I would never, ever want to live my life without him. And I think that’s what marriage is all about, right? At the end of the day, even when there are times that you think you might kill each other, there is no one else you’d rather come home to. My life would be empty without Husband… so who cares if we’ll be picky, snarky old people one day… I’m okay with that as long as we can grow old together.

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