I Adore My Husband
I adore my husband.
I can't say that enough. I adore my husband, I really do. He's a great man, far better then I deserve. He's kind and generous, a good provider, a great listener, helpful to everyone who asks, polite - a true gentleman, humorous, good looking and patient to a fault. I could go on extolling his many virtues for awhile so I'll stop now, besides he's no saint - who is?
Next week is our anniversary. On Tuesday, November 27th, we'll have been married, mostly happily, for 8 years. I was chatting with a newly found kindred spirit type friend this morning and they asked how we met, which is a somewhat cute and funny (to me anyways) story. I happily shared it with them and now I'd be delighted to share it with the rest of you.
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far away ... kidding.
I suppose the story really begins back in the year 2000-ish, if memory serves me correctly (and it's been known to be a little more faulty as of late). This was back in the days of MSN messenger and chat rooms but when we didn't all have an electronics monkey on our back and smart phones and tablets with us everywhere. Where when you left the house, sometimes you missed a call and people didn't always know what you were buying at the grocery store thanks to regular Twitter updates.
I was living in Manitoba, on my own (well with a room-mate) for the first time. We shared a small apartment and she had a computer, which I was permitted to use as wanted, provided she didn't need it for something. I had a regular group of friends that I used to chat with on MSN, most of which lived in other provinces that I had previously resided in. There was this one friend, a guy - J. I had met him through some other friends when he was in town for a brief visit and we had clicked, not at all in a romantic way, simple as cohorts of a sort. We exchanged email addresses and I used to regularly chat with him on MSN.
On this day in particular I had been talking with him for awhile before I had to leave for work. When I got home hours later he was still online. So I messaged him, making some sort of joke about what a looser he was and how he needed to get a life (which is a somewhat ironic statement now, given my EP addiction). Turns out it was not my friend J, rather his room-mate, D, my now husband. J had forgotten to sign himself out of messenger when he left and D hadn't noticed he was signed. We had a good laugh about it and talked for awhile through J's account - and in the end we exchanged email addresses and agreed to talk again. After that D and I would chat and flirt and from time to time, discussing anything and everything - he was very engaging, usually for a long period of time each time.
I didn't meet him in person until the next summer. My brother and another friend of mine - C (They are all guy friends, it's always been that way) decided to take a road trip out to Alberta to visit some friends and have a little fun. Over all the trip was enjoyable, though it started out with my brother receiving a speeding ticket minutes after we left town - but that's another tale entirely. We were staying at a friends house, and they had arranged for others to join us for supper and a friendly foot-ball game - J and D were supposed to come play.
So that's when I met D in person for the first time. I kind of tackled him, hard. I've never really been good at that whole gentle feminine thing that many of my sex are afflicted with. Growing up I was a tomboy through and through and broke more than my fair share of bones. He was not impressed and ignored me for a little while, but his bruised ego eventually recovered and later we got lost in conversation. I remember thinking, wow, somebody who talks as fast as I do and can keep up with me and has a good sense of humour ... hmmm... interesting. I left Alberta with his phone number in my pocket.
Scroll forward a couple years to the winter of 2003/2004. D and I had kept in touch and both chatted online and via telephone on a semi-regular but casual basis, it was safe to say that he was a good friend - but nothing more. That fall and winter I was going through some stuff, and he was there for me - without question, whenever and for however long I needed to talk. So we began talking more, like for hours and hours and hours - don't go to bed, have to go to work without sleeping talking. My phone bill was huge! He was really sweet and supportive and there when I needed him.
I developed a little crush on him ... okay, fine, a huge crush. I was thinking about him all the time, wondering what he was doing, how his day was going, if he was going to call me later - the usual things a young girl thinks about. One late, lonely January night. when we had been talking for awhile, in a fit of courage I told him how I was feeling and asked if he would ever be interested in dating. He was kinda quiet and evasive at first, so I thought I had crossed a line - I can be a little forward and intimidating to guys (no really, honest, I can). Point in fact, he never actually answered the question during that conversation, and we hung up with it hanging in between us.
It took 3 days for him to "man up" as I like to say ... and send me an email (seriously? an email? you couldn't call?). Those three days were torture for me, I thought that i had lost a good friend, I should have kept my mouth shut, obviously he's not interested in me that way and I just screwed it up! Turns out I was wrong, turns out he was interested an attracted to me too and wanted to explore it further. He wrote that he had been thinking about it for sometime, but was worried about it wreaking our friendship should things not work out. However after thinking about it for 3 long torturous (for me anyways) days, he'd decided he wanted to take the risk - so we kind of started "dating" ... but as we were about 12 hours apart it was difficult.
I had been planning a trip out to Vancouver to visit a friend (of the female persuasion this time) in March, now I extended the trip by a week and made arrangements to visit him in Calgary. It was the best trip I've ever taken. We went on actual dates, got to know each other even better, I met his friends and his parents, we talked, got to hold hands etc. I have many wonderful memories, but sharing them all will soon turn this tale into a novel. I will share one amusing little tid bit: turns out that despite the fact we'd already known each other for a few years, he was really shy ... so no kissing,
I returned to Manitoba with a blossom of love in my heart and plans for him to return the visit as soon as opportunity allowed. In the mean time we kept emailing and talking on the phone on a daily basis, as much as possible. All the time really and about everything. Everything that would take you months and years to learn about a person but because we couldn't actually spend time together we got to talk about. It got very serious very quickly.
In May he came out to visit me in Manitoba for a couple weeks. We did the same things as before, going on real dates, holing hands, him meeting my friends and family, etc. Best of all, we finally had our first kiss, late one night when cuddled up watching a movie at my mother's house. It was simple and sweet, and then I proceeded to teach him how to kiss properly! We had some really fun and funny adventures together that week and when he went home I knew I was a gonner, head over heels in love.
Things progressed quickly from there. I moved to Calgary in June, he helped my find a place and a Job and we got engaged in July ... sort of. Friends of ours got married in July and shortly thereafter we went to Vancouver for something, while there we began to talk about getting married. Attending that wedding must have rubbed of on us because by the end of the trip we were planning our wedding.
I never did get an official proposal (yes I still torture him about that) and as I am not a huge jewellery person and only ever wanted to wear a solitaire diamond engagement ring, not two rings (engagement and wedding band) I didn't even get the ring that we picked out together until our wedding day. I wanted to wait to get married next June, but D wanted to get married right away - September. I'm good, but not so good as to be able to plan a wedding in a little over a month - so we compromised with November. Also, this happened to be the last month my sister would be able to attend a wedding, because she was pregnant and due in December.
That's it, that's how we met and eight years ago we were married on November 27th, 2004 at 1:00 pm in the afternoon. I married the man of my dreams, he's my heart, my soul, my world, my everything.
I really do adore my husband.