We were in high school, sitting in our new assigned seats as our earth science teacher moaned on about sedimentary rocks. I had seen him around school, always making others laugh, totally the class clown. We even shared another class together besides this one, but I had never spoken to him. I all but wrote him off after the first week of school when every word that left his mouth was another joke.
But this day was different. This day, sitting in that classroom next to him and looking into his stormy blue gray eyes, something had changed. He wasn’t the clown anymore. He wasn’t spouting another string of banter, basking in the laughter of our classmates.
No. Today, he was asking me to be his without so much of a hint of hilarity in his smile, only hopeful reciprocation. He was sitting in his assigned seat next to me exuding anticipation as he awaited my answer. He was looking into my eyes with such sincerity and stealing my heart.
This day, thirteen years ago, my now husband asked me to be his, and everyday since then, I have loved him more and more.
Happy (dating) anniversary, babe!