Today marks the day that E and I have been married for 4 whole years. In one sense it feels like just yesterday we got married and in others, it feels like a lifetime ago. Next month marks 12 years of being together though, so that may have something to do with the latter 😉
I remember the day we met a little over 12 years ago perfectly. To this day I still have the hat he wore on the day we met and I remember what I wore perfectly. I was originally dating his best friend… E had just moved back to the area and the guy I was dating gave me is AIM username (remember when AIM was so big?!) and told me to talk to him and hook him up with one of my friends. Well we talked for several weeks over AIM, then on the phone and when the guy and I broke up we decided we would meet in real life.
When seeing him IRL I thought immediately that he wasn’t my type. I am quite tall and we are about the same height, he had facial hair (which I hate), his hair was cut in an older style bowl cut and while he was nice and muscular, he just didn’t look like someone I normally dated. That first day we simply hung out at my house and talked. The conversation flowed just as easily as it did when we were on the phone/internet and I truly did love his personality. We started hanging out more and more and about 2.5 months after we met he asked me out. I couldn’t have been happier; I loved how he treated me and we had such a good time together.
We dated for 7 years before he asked me to marry him and we got married one month shy of us being together for 8 years. Our wedding was magical and everything I could have wanted. I felt beautiful. He looked so handsome. We were so happy to finally ‘make it official’
I went off birth control 5 months after we got married and just assumed, like most, we would at least be pregnant by our one year anniversary (8 months after going off BC). As we all know, that didn’t happen. After the first two years we stopped doing the ‘we will have a baby by next year’ thing and didn’t really plan for that in order to not set ourselves up for disappointment. We would get people saying ‘you have been together for SO long, what’s the hold up?!’ or ‘do you guys just not want children? By now, being together for X years you would think you would have your family already’. Each one cut us down a notch each time. It hurt and hurt badly.
It still feels surreal that I am pregnant and we are hitting our 4 years wedding anniversary. It is actually happening. We are adding to our family and while we still get the occasional ‘it’s about damn time’ from people I just let it roll off my shoulders because I pretty much agree with them. It’s about damn time!
I love this man more than anything and I am so lucky that we still have this wonderful relationship 12 years later. I can’t wait to see my husband turn into a father and while I don’t think it is possible to love him more, I know that when I see him with our son my entire world will be complete.