In 1994 a boy bumped into me at my locker. He was tall- lanky...his hair hung in his face and was straw colored; he wore a flannel shirt, tight black jeans, and big boots. I was not happy with being so rudely bumped into that I yelled at him, went to push him but was dragged off by my friend Ken admonishing me to leave him alone.
A few days later I was sitting in the student lounge of the alternative high school I attended; senior year found me with only three classes needed to graduate, so in between I would study or read. I heard people come in the room - it was the boy who I had so memorably met at my locker. We both glanced up and held a long look. In that moment I knew there was something about him.
After that he started seeking me out and we would have long talks while I was in between classes, and he was skipping. In the last day of school before graduation he tore a page out of A Catcher in the Rye, wrote his number on it and said, "If you ever feel like talking again-give me a call"
Two weeks later I did.
Two weeks we talked on the phone for hours each day.
One night he said he had to see me, and he picked me up at midnight. We drove around till 5am talking.
Two weeks after that he said "You are the kind of woman I want to marry" and there was an understanding that someday we would be.
One and a half years later we were married.
Four years after that we had our first child
...then a second
....then a third.
The early years were a struggle that smoothed out into something so comfortable, so partnered, with both of us more in love than I ever imagined possible.
Today finds us at our 15th wedding anniversary. FIFTEEN years! I can't believe it has gone by so fast. Hopefully we can make 60 more.....