Once upon a time there was a girl and a boy. She was a freshman in high school, and he was a junior. They were in marching band together, and he thought she was really cute. He asked a friend to tell her he liked her . . . to which she responded, “Eeeeuwww!” This boy wore aviator glasses, and his favorite attire was a brown suede vest with sheepskin lining. He always teased the girl, especially when she was trying to be funny. Desperately in need of a haircut, he did not (at first glance) seem like the dreamboat this girl was hoping to meet in her first year of high school.
That boy and girl were Hubby and me back in 1978. Even though I was not romantically interested, we hung out a lot and got to be really good friends. We were pen pals during the summer while he was visiting his grandparents in Decatur, AL. When he returned to Tempe in August, (after a year of friendship), we had our first kiss. It was August 19, 1979. We were serious for a year, but then Hubby went off to college, so we broke it off and dated other people until we (luckily) got back together again in August of 1997. We were married on a very hot Saturday in July in 1988 with friends and family in attendance and celebrated with a week-long honeymoon in Hawaii. (If you can hear me in Heaven, thank you Clifford and Evelyn! Our honeymoon was amazing!)
Fast Forward to Saturday, August 19, 2017. Hubby and I were hashing over our “To Do List” for the day when I looked at the calendar and gasped. “It’s August 19th!” I said. We haven’t celebrated this date in a LONG time, so I had to explain to Hubby what it meant. I made him do the math . . . it was the 38th anniversary of our first kiss! We had a lovely long smooch, and then both of us grimaced realizing how incredibly old we are!
But the funny thing is that when you marry your best friend, it doesn’t feel like a long time. You have fun. You don’t argue. You agree on almost everything. You problem solve together. You have things in common! We both love the beach. We both love good art. We both love craft beers. We’re foodies. We love our pets (three cats and a dog). We’re both worried about what’s happening in the world and talk about it every day. We are frugal on every day stuff so that we can travel each summer and see cool new places. Hubby is sweet to attend concerts with me (I love seeing live music) even when he isn’t familiar with the band, like last week when we saw Jillian Banks at the new music venue, the Van Buren in downtown Phoenix. We like to work in the yard together and go shopping together. Hubby is an amazing listener; and when it’s my turn to listen to his job stuff, I try SO HARD to not go to my happy place in my head while he describes his travails with the WAN and the LAN and his other computer networks.
I’m trying to think of things we’ve argued about over the years, and I guess the biggest thing would be laundry. I LOVE to do laundry, because basically you bring stuff downstairs, put it in a machine that does all the work, then you move it to another machine that does all the work, and when it beeps, you retrieve it and you feel like YOU have done all the work! So Hubby has to deal with wrinkled laundry (because nobody likes to FOLD laundry, right?) Besides laundry, there have been weekly discussions about work/life balance (uh hum), but overall, I can’t imagine being married to a better guy.
We enjoy each other’s company best over anyone else’s–excepting the company of our children, of course. We support each other and try to do the right thing (though we don’t always succeed). I’m the idea guy; he’s the implementer. I smush the bugs; he picks them up. Well, you get the idea. Hubby, I love you and hope to have 38 more years of kissing you!!!