a real-life love story

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.