About a week ago, I was watching my husband playing video games with my son. It’s the Wii Fit Plus, which comes with a ‘skateboarding’ game.
It brought back some memories. My DH used to skateboard. I can remember sitting on the curb and watching him when I was a kid. I mentioned it on twitter and somebody asked me how long I’ve known him-how we’d met.
I’ve known him since I was ten or eleven. My older brother used to skateboard with him. I can remember watching them together and thinking… “He’s so cute…”
I also remember kicking him in the shins. Yes, I had it bad. And yes, I was mean. And I mentioned the fact that I was ten or eleven, right? I one time charged him $2 to make him a grilled cheese sandwich.
We started dating right around the time I turned fifteen. He’d come over looking for my older brother, who wasn’t there. I very snottily demanded, “So how come you never come over here to see ME?”
He gives me this weird look and says, “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”
A few days later, he calls me, asks if I’d want to go to the fireworks for the 4th of July with him. A few weeks later, a movie. I was fifteen. He was getting ready to turn eighteen. We’ve been together ever since.
When I was nineteen, he proposed. We married when I was twenty. I love him more every day.
Loving him is natural-it feels like I was born to love him, and I think I was.
Doesn’t mean it’s always been easy…it hasn’t. Making a marriage work is just that-work. But it’s worth it.