My husband and I met in 1994. I was a cashier at Old Country Buffet. He was two and a half years my senior.
I didn’t see him again until the year 2000. By then I had a 3 year old son and was finishing college, he had graduated a few years before me and we both were looking for a job which led us to a job fair at the old David L. Lawrence Convention Center where we ran into each other for the first time since 1994. Neither one of us found a job that day but we became inseparable from that day on.
We were married July 13, 2002 in a small church ceremony, no reception and no honeymoon. So it begins.
Here we are, 14 years later! Through in-law stuff, financial stuff, parenting stuff, loss and gain. It is our anniversary. I was 24 when I got married and we were married against all odds. It seemed nobody wanted us together. We had several dates and venues set but none of them worked out.
We had no bridesmaids and my brother served as our only groomsman. My son was the ring bearer, my step dad, my mom, grandmother and a handful of other relatives were in attendance. It wasn’t my dream wedding but at that point it didn’t seem to matter.
I look back on that simple day and I remember all the trials (which I am purposely leaving out of this post) and I realize it was all a process. I can see where my priorities were.
A few years ago, I wished we could do it all again. Have the big extravagant wedding, the large wedding party, an amazing reception and a blissful honeymoon but now, meh, not so much.
I guess things happened the way they were supposed to and I am finally OK with that. So, I want to wish my husband a Happy Anniversary! I may like fashion, and I may always re arrange the things in our house; but, when you get down to it, I am really simple, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.