I was just a few months shy of my 28th birthday when I first laid eyes on my husband. I had just recently come to the conclusion that I was destined to live and die alone, surrounded by nothing more than my beloved cats and cherished Beatles CD collection. After yet another disastrous date the week before, I had given up. And I was completely fine with it. My cats loved me and I loved John Lennon. Life was good.
Then my co-worker suggested I take another chance (in other words: take another flying leap off the Cliff of Insanity and plummet screaming into the dark abyss of Bad Blind Dates). She suggested a double date with her husband’s friend. “He’s cute! He’s tall! He’s funny!” she assured me while I let out a long sigh. “And he’s a little on the goofy and geeky side. Just like you!” I was intrigued immediately. Tall, dark, handsome and goofy? I thought. Be still my beating heart! Another man existed who was just as endearingly klutzy and socially awkward as me? Get out! I am so there.
So there we were, playing mini-golf and eating fries at Applebee’s on our first double date in August of 1998. He told me his favorite movie was A Christmas Story and he loved to cook. I told him A Christmas Story was also my favorite movie and I hated to cook. But I loved to eat. It was a match made in culinary heaven.
I went back to work the next day a big giddy ball of New Love and proceeded to gush to everyone that “I’m going to marry that man!” (I offer my sincerest apologies to the mailman and my elderly neighbor out walking her dog that fateful day.) I paid no attention to all the eye-rolling and smirking or to the people plugging their ears mumbling “blah blah blah…whatever…love at first sight doesn’t exist.” I had this urge to yell it from the rooftops, just like those romantic movies that used to make me cringe. I was beside myself. I had finally found That Man. And that man was a geeky, klutzy sweetheart who worshipped the Red Wings and secretly wanted to own a lamp shaped like a leg in his living room window someday.
Unfortunately, he didn’t realize it as suddenly and as completely as me. But it only took one dinner. A month after we met, I clipped a recipe out of a magazine for some complicated pasta dish and slaved away over the stove making the sauce and the meatballs (Chef Ragu only helped a little). My husband-to-be sopped up the sauce with his garlic bread and declared: “Damn! Let’s get married!” The rest is history.
Well, “the rest” is close to 13 years since that Applebee’s date. Eleven years of marriage, two beautiful kids, a few lucky bamboo plants and some really fat goldfish.
Granted, there were some who thought our relationship might not last. It was on the fast track from the beginning. He moved into my apartment a mere few weeks after our first mini-golf date; a bit of a shock considering I had lived alone for years. I don’t think my cats approved, but I was floating around in bliss. We were engaged a few months later in November of 1998. We exchanged vows on the only warm and sunny day of that dreary rainy April, the 15th of 2000 (yes, Tax Day—hopefully this will help him to remember our anniversary).
Like any couple, we’ve enjoyed our honeymoon years and endured our dark days. Over the years we’ve weathered the storms of illnesses, surgeries, deaths, infertility, pregnancy, ailing in-laws, relocation, mortgages and unemployment; sometimes all at once. It certainly hasn’t been an easy road. But, we’ve toughed it out and we’re still together. We’re still in love. And besides, I like him, I really like him.
I like how he plays with Hot Wheels cars right alongside our son, making vroom noises and crashing them with abandon. I like how he willingly crams his six foot one inch frame into a tiny pink Princess chair to drink pretend tea with our daughter and several of her baby doll friends with a lovely sparkly tiara atop his head. I like how he brings me a steaming cup of coffee with milk every morning without fail right after I wake up.
I like him in spite of the fact that he hates The Beatles, thinks Eminem is the bomb and watches M*A*S*H reruns ad nauseam (apparently I am the only person in the universe who never warmed up to Alan Alda in a bathrobe slurping martinis). I like him even when he considers a well-spent Saturday watching taped episodes of Norm saw wood on This Old House or Bob Ross paint for hours on PBS (although I admit, those “Happy Trees” are strangely soothing).
And perhaps the most important thing I like about him: I can tell my husband anything. And, unfortunately for him, I do. But, don’t be fooled, this man loves our daily coffee chitchat as much as I do. Usually he prefers to use fewer words than I do, but he listens intently and responds to my concerns with the appropriate “No!” “Really?!” “Get out!” or “Oh, no she didn’t!”
So during my day, I constantly file things in the back of my mind to tell him when he gets home from work. When he arrives home, the kids and I do a happy dance and group hug. As hectic as things can be, we make sure to have the entire family sit together to share our roses (good things) and thorns (not so good things) of the day at dinnertime. There are always more roses and they usually involve the simple and beautiful fact that we are all together in the present moment and love one another.
The other night, the kids were finally asleep and we plunked ourselves down on the couch, exhausted from the day and settled in to watch a Chevy Chase movie together. During one scene, we both started laughing so hard tears were streaming down and I grabbed his hand. We sat there, holding hands and laughing hysterically. And I realized just how damn lucky I am.
So, if you read this, Happy Anniversary to you, honey. Raise your cup of coffee with me while I propose a toast: Here’s to hoping the whining kids, mounting bills and endless laundry fail to conquer us. Here’s to a long life with you, laughing through the tears and holding hands even when we’re rocking together in a nursing home. I love you.
I am so happy I took a chance on tall, dark and goofy.
(This post inspired by: Cowboy Junkies, Anniversary Song)
51 thoughts on “Coffee Cups and Wedding Rings”
I love love this. Sounds alot like our story. Here’s to many many more goofy years!
Thanks so much. I’m sure that between the both of us, the goofy klutzy times will keep on rolling into the future. 🙂
What a great story, sounds like you are indeed a lucky woman with a beautiful life! I can relate in so many ways, like you, I gave up on finding Mr. Right and decided to embrace spinsterhood. Just when I gave up, I met hubs, and it too, was fast and furious, and had many people doubting it will last. After 9 years we are still in love, and like you, have been thru illness, infertility, miscarriages, deaths, etc. He is my BFF and I could never imagine life w/out him. I too, cant wait for him to come home so I can share my thoughts, occurrences and happenings w/ him. I really miss him while he is at work.
I also love “Roses and thorns”. we call it “the best and the worst”, and our little one (2years old) always says the same thing for her best (“sleeping in the bed”)
Raising my glass (of ice tea) to toast you and wish you a Happy Anniversary!! May you always be in love!
Oh, I’m so happy you have a best friend in your husband too. In my life, I have found that it’s when I truly let things go and “gave up” that miraculous things happenened. Finding my husband…then finally getting pregnant after TTC for years. These things happened in my life after I put an end to the years of struggling and clinging to ideals of what was supposed to be and just let it go(does that make sense? LOL)
Lovely. Simply lovely.
Thanks so much, Sue. 🙂
what a wonderful post! thanks for sharing. Hard to believe my Mister and I will be celebrating our 2 years on April 25… we’ll be striper fishing, fitting since the first day of a face to face meeting we were fishing at a lake at 5AM. Gotta love our goofy men, I think he was put here just for me to not take things so seriously sometimes. Maybe one day I can be as goofy as him.
Congrats to you and your goofy man–it sure does keep life interesting. 🙂
hmmmmm…me thinks the fast and furious route works, maybe more people should try it 🙂 I had given up as well and then my hubby happened along at just the right time (although he was nearby for several years…you can read our love story at my page)
Thank you! Turns out my husband lived close to me most of my life. We found out that we were both born in the same town, at the same hospital only a month apart.
I am so jealous! But am happy for you, all the same. 🙂 This gives me hope that there just might be a tall, dark, & goofy out there for me, too. 🙂
I had been alone for so many years, I really had given up hope. But “tall, dark and goofy” can come along at anytime in your life. My grandmother met and married her second husband when she was 70 and they were in love.
Oddly…very similar to me and my husband (married September 2000)! Love it! How blessed we are to have great husbands!
So true! As hard as life can be sometimes, I always remind myself of how blessed I am.
Congratulations! You’ve told a great story! Here’s to you and your husband living happily ever after. (And, may you have more laugh-to-tears moments!)
Thanks! Laughing through tears is the best.
I do believe in love at first sight! How I met my husband! I love the idea how I can talk to him about anything! We’ve been married for 17 1/2yrs. and are pratically one! and have two teenagers! Love your story!
Congrats to you and your husband too! It’s funny how people used to tell me when I was single, “oh, your time will come and when it does, you’ll just KNOW.” I used to smirk at that and now I have to admit they were right.
Happy Anniversary!! What a wonderful and heartfelt post!! You are a very lucky family!
Thanks, Melissa. 🙂
Thank you, Lisa 🙂
“take another flying leap off the Cliff of Insanity and plummet screaming into the dark abyss of Bad Blind Dates”
WINNING DEFINITION!!! 😀
Glad your story didn’t end there!
Ha! Me too. So many did before this one!
Touchwood! Touchwood! TOUCHWOOD! TOUCHWOOD!
And happy anniversary dear!
No doubt! and thank you 🙂
Happy Anniversary! Did you take a photo of you two?! Love the one at the dock – B-E-Autiful! And, you don’t seem, look, 40 (in a good way).
Thank you! You have truly made my day/week/year. LOL That pic was taken by my mom on her old crappy camera so I had to scan it…looks even grainier and older than I do. 😉
I forgot to add to my post: we had rented that camp for a week in August and caught ZERO fish the entire time. So, just before we were to leave, I informed my husband that I wasn’t leaving until we caught at least ONE fish. We had a few minutes left and BAM! I felt a tug on my line and to our amazement, I reeled in a fish. It was tiny but the only fish I had ever caught in my entire life.
I loved this post! You have such a wonderful writing style that pulled me right in when talking about how you and your husband met.
Thanks so much, Kristen! I was just checking out your blog and I love it. Your photography is beautiful. Enjoy being FP today, it sure is a wild ride! 🙂
I’m so with you on tall, dark and goofy. My husband and I have been married 31 years, he still surprises me sometimes, and watching A Christmas Story has become a Christmas Eve tradition. We actually own a leg lamp, so don’t give up on that. Happy anniversary!
Thank you. Congrats on your goofy man of 31 years! I won’t give up on the leg lamp dream…I’ll have to track one down and surprise him for our 15th anniversary.
Love reading happy stories like that! Happy Anniversary!
what a heartwarming story! This will definitely inspire those non-believers on true love and marriage. I wish u and ur husband nothing but the best years to come as u guys celebrate your anniversary together!
This is easily the happiest post I’ve read in a long time. I loved it.
Thank you, I truly appreciate that comment. I like to “bring the happy” once in awhile, good for the soul. 🙂
Happy upcoming anniversary!!!! Great story. Lucky indeed…S
Aw, thanks Sarah!
Thank you bringing in a little sunshine around my computer today. This post is so full of wow love.
You are welcome, Priya. Thank you for your comments.
i really loved this post, so heartfelt
Thank you! It was really hard not to be mushy and sentimental.
Um, brought tears to my eyes. Love only gets stronger and sweeter with time doesn’t it? We’ve been married going on six years and I definitely am more in love with him now than I was then, though God knows how much I thought I loved him then. It is wonderful when you can laugh together, I mean really laugh. It’s the best. So glad God has blessed you with a wonderful husband and you all have such a wonderful family. Awesome tribute to love and family. Makes me just want to have a big group hug with you all!! (is that weird?) 🙂
Not weird at all! We are both very blessed with our families. Feels good to share my gratitude. I’m very happy you enjoyed my post.
Love it! And I especially like that you say you “like” him! Great story – thanks for sharing! And happy Tax, uh, I mean Anniversary!
Thanks so much. I agree, I think the “liking” part is extremely important in a lasting relationship.