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.

It may not seem like it now, but once upon a time, we were a twosome rather than a threesome. And someday, we’ll return to that. And in all honesty, we haven’t known each other that long. There are definitely couples who have been together a lot longer. But I like to think we’ve been through a lot in a short time.

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.

Two months later he came to my rescue at the Atlanta airport in a most unlikely way. My date to an out of town wedding managed to fly back into Georgia without his car keys. He had left them in the beach house and we were stranded. Enter Husband, again. He was inexplicably there and he helped us get a rental car and get back home. After lengthy Instant Messenger flirtations and one Atlanta houseparty I almost didn’t attend (Thanks, Rizzo!), we were dating.

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.


6 Responses to “The Story of Us”

  1. Anonymous
    March 22nd, 2010 @ 1:09 pm

    There's nothing like up close and personal with your parents to make you appreciate what you have with your spouse!! Many times I returned from a visit to Tarboro with great appreciation for T. The thing is over the years you get TOO comfortable and forget everyone else doesn't understand your give and take…in the end, it is good to walk through life with someone you love, who knows you in and out and who can still surprise you.

  2. Caitlin
    March 22nd, 2010 @ 1:15 pm

    soooo cute. I love knowing the whole story!

  3. Rebekah
    March 22nd, 2010 @ 1:52 pm

    That's way better than the story of how I met my husband, which involves an internet dating site and an Irish pub!

  4. Diana
    March 22nd, 2010 @ 2:58 pm

    Love it – I've wondered since we "met" how you and Husband got to know each other. Jealous your honeymoon was in Maui – ours was in Utah, in February, with lots of rain. You guys are such an adorable couple, J's going to be a heartbreaker.

    Did I ever mention I've always secretly wanted to be a lawyer, considered it in college and backed out? So I vicariously live it through you. 🙂

  5. Eliza
    March 22nd, 2010 @ 3:17 pm

    I love hearing "how we met" stories. They are always so interesting! I love the pics of you guys….you look so fun and silly. (I especially like the one of you with the blond curls and red lip stick looking oh so innocent, he with kiss marks all over his face).

  6. cdp
    March 22nd, 2010 @ 7:56 pm

    I remember the day when you told me you'd pretty much devided you were going to marry him. We were in the student lounge. Ahh, memories . . . 😉

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