We’ve been married two whole years today! Wow. It seems longer, in a good way, of course. Like we’ve been together forever. I feel so blessed to have you in my life. You are my soul mate.
Remember when we first met? It was December, and we were at Salingers-you and your buddy kept buying Leah, Kelly, and I drinks. I thought you were cute, and funny, and you had a great jawline. You thought my little black boots were cute, you liked the way I laughed, and you flirted shamelessly with me all night. We exchanged numbers on napkins, and you told me you’d call when you got home from visiting your parents in Tennesee.
Our first date was on Christmas Eve, we hung at Bar Fly and just talked. The next day, Christmas, you took me to see the Lord of the Rings-The Fellowship of the Ring. I had the best time just hanging out with you. We saw quite a bit of each other for the next several days, until we got in that huge fight on New Year’s, at which point I hated you, you hated me, and you stormed out of my apartment at 2 am, my sharp words ringing in your ears…”I thought you were a nice guy!”
Fate will have her way though, and come April, we found ourselves in the same place all over again. Kelly, Leah, and I were headed to Salingers, when we bumped into you and your friend (I can never remember that kid’s name) on the street. We chatted a bit to say hello, and then we each took off in opposite directions. Leah was sure you’d be popping into Salingers any moment, and I kept saying “no, no, he won’t…but he looked really cute, didn’t he?” She was right though, and at first we were kind of snarky to each other, in a flirty kind of way. Soon after though, there was considerably more flirt, and less snark. We all gave you a ride home that night, and you promised to call me the next day at work, which you did, and I was delighted.
We began dating again right after that, and I spent the next several months torturing all my friends, and fellow employees at the animal hospital with “~sigh~ Craig is so sweet,” “Craig is so cute,” and “I like Craig soooo much.”
In fact, we saw each other every day, and haven’t been apart since, except for when you went to Boston for a couple days, and then we were on the phone constantly.
It wasn’t long before you asked me to move in. Remember packing up and moving me and all my pets out of my little apartment? We threw out so much stuff-my old overstuffed sofa and chair that I’ve had forever, and my mom’s TV, and that crappy compy desk, Uncle Frank’s mattress! Remember unpacking at your condo, and getting all settled in-me in that small kitchen surrounded by tons of pots & pans, not knowing what to do with it all? How about little Brie getting stuck under the stairwell in the basement behind all the boxes? And turning the “scary basement” into your office, complete with carpet & dri-lock? Remembering our “private” New Years’ Eve party always makes me laugh, especially when we walked up Park in the snow & cold to buy more cheap champagne. Remember O.C. (orange cat)-he was so sweet-and how I used to feed the crows and the squirrels on our porch, and they would get so close it was a little scary. We had a lot of fun in that condo, despite the centipedes that wanted to eat me, and that wonderful collapsing roof!
We got married while we were living there in the condo, and how exciting was that?! I remember when you proposed-I came home from work, all dirty and smelly in my scrubs, and you had champagne, and a cute, goofy look on your face. You were beaming! You sat me down, and pulled out this cute little box, with this absolutely amazing ring, and handed it to me, and asked me to marry you!! I said yes, and cried, I was soooo happy!!! Again, I tortured everyone I knew with sweet sighs of “I love Craig sooooo much.” I’m surprised I didn’t give myself a concussion by running into something, so happily dazed was I, staring dreamily at my ring all the time. Remember planning the wedding? I’m glad we decided to do something small and intimate, and outside. The Inn was perfect, and everything was just so “us.” Remember the night before, when we all went out to dinner at Phillips? I can’t remember a thing I was so nervous and stressed! The day of the wedding was wonderful, we bustled here and there, picking up my bouquet and the cake, visiting with dad, and getting things together for the drive up to the Bristol Mountains. Remember “Mamacita” the cat, twining about our legs during the ceremony, and the crazy inn keeper, who we swore was toking it up in the back? How after cake and champagne and presents, and everyone had left to go home, we changed into jeans, and went for pizza & soda down in Naples, remember how romantic our suite was, and we munched pizza in bed? Remember how you woke me at 5am the next morning to see the sun rise over the mountains & take pictures on our private deck, and we saw the female coyote-she came really close to us, quiet & watching, almost as though she were offering us her blessing. Remember me crying because I didn’t want to leave such a beautiful place, and then we were off to ride roller coasters!
Remember moving out of the condo into our “luxury apartment?” That was the worst move ever in the history of man!! Talk about grueling!! Our Canterbury apartment was pretty awesome though, and it kept us warm and dry and happy while we looked for a house. Remember Angela, and our “speculations,” Halloween, and paper towels in the laundry room! Also, finally having a dining room table-even though it was a bit sketchy, three full bathrooms (!), dancing in the rain, long walks in the Park Ave. district, our first official holidays as young marrieds, my plethora of jobs finally culminating in THE JOB, having your family over for holiday dinners, house hunting, and searching for a bloodhound breeder. And then finally-moving!!! Moving out of Canterbury was a lot easier than when we moved out of Sibley.
Ugh. The house search! Poor Judy, she must have shown us a ton of houses, and we put in four or five offers on different ones, none sticking until we found the PERFECT HOUSE. And we’ve been in our house a year already. Crazy, isn’t it? That so much exciting stuff could happen so quickly. We moved in, got us and the cats all nicely settled in, and then decided it was time for a new addition, and so we brought home little Bishop the bloodhound. Our lives (and our house!) will never be the same!!
I love you so much, and knowing I’m going to walk through life with you, sharing every moment with you, makes me very happy. I feel like I must be the happiest, luckiest girl ever, you make my life so much more-I can’t imagine ever not being right by your side. And while I know that there may be bad days, I know there’s nothing we can’t do, nothing we can’t get through, as long as we’re together.
Happy Anniversary, Baby….I love you.