How I Met Your Father

In a recent conversation with my six year old daughter, I referenced something as, “before I met your Father.”  She paused for a minute and asked, “Wait…how did you meet Daddy?”  I think it finally dawned on her that my husband and I have not known each other since the beginning of time (although sometimes it seems that way!).  So I figured I would share my version of the story and someday maybe my husband will guest post with his edits.

Eons ago, I went to the same elementary school for kindergarten through eighth grade.  My husband transferred to my school in sixth grade where we met in the hallway changing classes.  After almost bumping into each other, he told me that he liked my pencil case.  I said, “Thank you.”  This is where he would make some changes; he remembers the story differently but I refuse to believe that I was that mean.

Who would have thought that fourteen years after “the pencil case incident”, we would be married?  We did become friends in elementary school, “dated” for about 4 weeks in eighth grade, became arch enemies freshman and sophomore years of high school (I may have ordered a pizza or two to his house), turned friends during Junior year and finally became a couple in 1991.

Hubby and I at a High School Dance in 1991

We dated for 9 years before getting married!  Because we practically grew up together, I was worried that knowing each other too well would create boredom in the relationship leading to marriage problems.  However, because we have such a history and tremendous amount of respect, there is a deep level of trust between us keeping us out of marriage counseling.  I am not denying that marriage is a lot of work especially when adding children into the picture, but we received some great advice on how to save a marriage……LAUGH. Forgive. Trust. Love. LAUGH again.  Life has certainly not been boring.  We have been classmates, enemies, boyfriend/girlfriend, fiancee/fiance, husband/wife and now parents, but we have walked this journey together as best friends.

Someday, we will be Grandparents…..but we are in no hurry!

Comments

  1. Awww! Love it! I met my husband when I was 14, we grew up together basically also. It’s nice to have someone that has known you “forever”.

  2. Diane Hunn says:

    Your dad and I have similar stories. Found myself trying to explain to Aubrie last week about our relationship to you and her dad…how I was your mommie and memento was daddy mommie. She said that’s silly granny her real name is Bridgette. Oh well I’ll try again in a few years!

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