Life can be mundane one minute and then surprise you so completely that your whole world changes in the next minute. Such was the case for me 24 years ago today–when I met my future husband, and love bloomed in our hearts.
As I have written about earlier, I didn’t really date before I met my husband. Such that my being a lady in my late twenties then, I had kind of resigned myself to being alone–never to be able to take advantage of discounts for two offers, being always the friend, and yes being always the bridesmaid. Sighhhh! And I had served as three bridesmaids and a flower girl by that point–though not in that order. Ha! I had also attended even more weddings of friends and family. Coupling up was what everyone around me did–but me, it seemed.
Then one uneventful Friday, I went out for cocktails and then dinner with two girlfriends. We stopped at a local restaurant bar’s happy hour where some other friends of ours were and the rest is history–as I have also written about earlier here. My future hubby was sitting at the opposite end of a very long table with about 20 people at it. His gleaming smile captured my heart. And after we began dating a week later, we have been together ever since–though let me hasten to add, not in the biblical sense, not right away anyway. Ha! I was a good girl. And my hubby and I giggled that we would have to come up with another first meeting scenario for our kids–that didn’t take place in a restaurant bar. But since we had no kids, we fudge a bit on where we met with our nieces and nephews. Ha!
Life and love should be joyous–and ours is. This is not to say that our life is perfect and rosey. There are household chores, bills to be paid, demands on our time, and other difficulties and sorrows. And of course, we have each had to learn to overlook the others’ faults and failings.
But I have decided that I am not going to get “my nighty in a knot” that he:
1) squeezes the middle of the toothpaste tube, uses the last of an item and doesn’t tell me it needs to be replaced (such as bar soap, shampoo is not akin to body wash, ha!); and/or keeps trying to get me to eat more (seriously, it gets annoying ha!); “hoovers” what I might have liked to save for food leftovers from our meals because he has worked up an appetite with a 10 mile bicycle ride, well he is 6 ft 4 inches tall and needs his nourishment, ha!;
2) does a Gypsy Rose Lee striptease act when he comes home from bicycling before he takes his shower (well actually, I rather like that one, ha!); and,
3) has turned our garage into an impromptu bicycle repair shop as he happily tinkers away;
Similarly, he tolerates my:
1) wish to recycle as much product packaging as we can (though I wish I could get him to take it to the collection boxes in town after I have bundled them, ha!; happily, curbside recycling starts soon in our town);
2) domination of our clothes closets (actually all the closets but one, ha!); and
3) arctic blast tendencies–I like our home chilly so that I can bundle up under the bed covers; but that’s where he comes in again, too, since he is always warm and toasty to cuddle with.
Despite the above sample of minimal annoyances, my hubby is my heartfelt lover and my best friend. And we know that we can rely on each other, support each other, and love each other come what may.
Love and friendship are the daily gifts that we give to each other. As our marriage vows stated: “To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part.”
What made that ordinary day my hubby and I met turn extraordinary back on June 17, 1988? I have no Earthly idea–except that I was ready not to be alone any more. And I was receptive to his overtures and willing to balance my needs and wishes with his, as he does with me. He actually “chased” me–he still does, as I do him. I freely admit that I got extremely lucky when I met my future hubby. My husband is a dear sweet man of honor, love, faith, passion, caring, and humor. And we laugh as much as we love–which is considerable.
As I told a college friend once, the fateful day when I met my hubby was the best day of my life–except for every day after that. My college friend said “that I was so sweet that his teeth fell out.” Ha! Dear readers, I hope that your teeth don’t fall out in reading this post. But I do hope that you also find yourselves a love of a lifetime. And I wish for you every happiness that you wish for yourselves.
And here is a lovely song to close with, “You’re the Inspiration” sung by Peter Cetera and Chicago (video with lyrics by BrandonCleaver22):
P.S. Now, if you are so inclined, please share your own love story about how you met your spouse, lover, partner. And I would also love to hear about their faults, too. We can commiserate. Ha!
P.S. And a Happy Father’s Day in the U.S.–to those whom we love and to those whom we remember.
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Image of Grati and her hubby kissing just after we were wed is courtesy of us.
You’re the Inspiration” sung by Peter Cetera and Chicago (video with lyrics by BrandonCleaver22) was found at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wM-XhQeFzW4