I met my husband December of 1994. I am almost wanting to say I met him on December 10th, but that would be a little bizarre to put a date on the day we first laid eyes on each other. I do remember the day though. I met him shortly before I got my acceptance letter to go to Western Carolina University.
Throughout 1995, he and I became buddies. We were friends that saw each other once a week. We chatted and had a great time. Once I went to college, I looked forward to coming home during the holidays and seeing my friends. In November of 1995, I realized that he was the kind of man I would like to date. However, I had just ended a relationship that was pretty dreadful. Also I was going to college a good 300 miles away and having some health issues. I rarely saw him in 1996, but we did hang out some in the summer of 96.
During the summer of 1997, I ran into him again and we exchanged emails. We began our friendship on the computer in August of 1997 and in September I agreed to hang out with him for a bit the weekend of a family friend's wedding. We hung out at Golden Corral, at the lake, the rock quarry and at the bowling alley. A few days later, he officially asked me to go out with him. I was elated, but nervous.
In 1998, he bought a house. It was our future home, but it wouldn't be my home until 2000. In 1999, he asked me to marry him. It was a very sweet proposal. He essentially recreated our first unofficial date by carrying me to Golden Corral, then we went to the lake and finally wound up at the rock quarry where he popped the question. Of course (obviously) I said yes. Later, our friend took our engagement pictures. This is still one of my favorite pictures of us together.
In 2000, our lives became one life. The lady that altered my dress said that I was the tiniest bride she had ever seen.
2005 at Grove Park Inn. My favorite trip ever.
I began to get really sick in 2005 during that trip. I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease in March of 2007. The last 10 years of marriage have been something else. I can't wait to see what the next 10 years bring. In a few years, we'll have been together longer than we lived without each other. I hardly remember what life was like without my husband.
On Thursday, we'll head to Myrtle Beach for a few days to celebrate our 10 years together.