Twenty-two years ago at 7:30ish p.m., we were married. We were barely old enough to think, much less get married, but we both knew right away that this was it. We'd dated one date and knew. That whole love at first date thing. We were married three months later. I was 19 and he was 22. Insane, that it should work.
In my head, we are still in our twenties, sometimes in our early thirties, even though I am 41 and he is 44 now. He is crazy, funny, sweet, sexy, annoying, and always interesting. I have yet to manage to predict exactly what he'll say or do, and he makes me laugh, generally at least once a day. There have been incredibly difficult times and, luckily, many more incredibly good times.
(an aside... he is cooking in the kitchen as I write this, and he just looked in the oven and exclaimed to the chicken breast there, "That's your happy ass." He cracks me up.)
I want to write more here -- how, when I don't believe in myself, he gets indignant because he thinks it's obvious that of course I can do anything I want, how he constantly does the little things... but we're off for some fun, so more later.
Posted by toni at March 26, 2004 09:58 PMHappy Anniversary!
I was 23 and my husband was 19 when we got married just over 14 years ago. We'd only dated a few times before we decided to marry.
Your husband sounds terrific and fun. Have a great day!
Posted by: Amanda at March 27, 2004 12:14 PMWe were 17 and 19, and yes that's insane. Luckily, sometimes lightning strikes and you catch it in a bottle. Yay, love!
And happy anniversary, Toni and Carl.
Posted by: pooks at March 27, 2004 05:55 PM