Today is my husband’s thirtieth birthday! He and I met when he was 15 and I was 14. Now officially marks the year when I have known him just as long as I haven’t. He lived 15 years without me, and has now lived 15 years with me. Makes us sound old, but as high school sweethearts, our milestones will be plentiful.
It’s crazy to think of our teenage selves back in high school and all the years after that we went through together. The phrase “growing together” has never made more sense as we have accomplished so much by each others sides. We have worked so hard for everything we have that I know with this monumental birthday we are heading for even greater. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without him, and I thank my lucky stars everyday that I never have to wonder.
I’ve heard people call this the “dirty thirty” birthday, but I promise you, babe, this year will be the Triumphant Thirty. I love you!
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!
I can’t believe it is my husband’s ten year high school reunion!
For those who do not know, my husband and I met in high school my freshman year. From the first few months of my first year of high school, he and I became best friends, and soon, our budding relationship turned romantic. Fast forward to almost thirteen years later, and we are wondering where the time has gone?
It feels like yesterday when we were sitting in our science and Spanish class passing notes to each other. Those florescent white lights beaming down on us as we snuck through the halls for quick kisses feels like such a new memory, not one that has gathered ten years of dust!
I think back on our high school days, all of which we didn’t particularly enjoy, and wonder, what was the rush about? Why were we so anxious to get out of school when now it feels like it was over in a blink of an eye? Why did it feel like such slow torture in the moment, but looking back on it now, it barely seems like a fragment of a second in our lives?
Ten years ago, I would have never guessed what I would be today. I am proud of what we have, what we’ve accomplished and become, but I am most proud of who we are together.
Back in high school, the drama seemed never ending, but now, I realize, it was barely even a chapter in the book of the rest of lives.
Moral of the story on this bit, my friends: don’t squander a moment, for it passes faster than you realize and fades from memory even quicker.