No scratching here
Today is St. Patrick's Day, and with me and the children being Irish, we're celebrating by wearing green and shamrocks. Josh, not so much with the Irish and since he left at the unGodly hour of 6:45 a.m., I couldn't tell you what he was wearing.
Hello, two children are impossible to corral at the same time
So I am wearing green. The kids are wearing shamrocks. Well, actually, Emmie was wearing shamrocks and then she pooped out the back of the onesie and I had to wash the outfit and dry it and dress her all over again just to get that picture. That is commitment people!
But there's another kind of commitment we're celebrating today. On this very day, seven years ago, I met Josh at a bar called Sheffields. I wouldn't call it love at first sight -- I refused to even give him my home phone number, instead proferring my business card. My sister even deleted his number out of my cell phone in the cab on the way home. But he e-mailed me a picture he took of us that night the next week. And I was all "Hey, that random guy from the bar e-mailed me. And he's cute!"
I was coming off a bad breakup where the guy's previous girlfriend DIED. As in I was the first girl he dated, two years later. How you like them apples? It was doomed. But clearly, it was not meant to be. And because things happen for reasons, I was crying in the bar bathroom over Dead Girlfriend Guy and came out only to bump into Josh. He had a glow-in-the-dark shamrock button and I wanted it so my sister told him he should give it to me. After one of my first questions to him was "So what do you do?" -- he still maintains that was a snotty question -- we chatted awhile and then he left. Without even saying goodbye.
Fast forward seven years. Here we are, happily married with two beautiful children. I still don't know what he does, and he still thinks I am snotty sometimes.
I'm not scratching any seven-year itch and I am so glad he is in my life. He works hard and travels, which while I bitch and moan about it all the time, allows me to stay at home with the kids. Our lifestyle is only possible because of all the hard work he does, and I know I don't say thank you to him enough.
He buys me flowers and drives out of his way in the cold to get me Dairy Queen mint oreo blizzards. He is a great father and always knows what's wrong with my computer and how to fix it. He does little things like showing me shortcuts in Photoshop and setting up a page just for all the blogs I read every day in Google. He rubs my back, sometimes even without me asking, and holds my hand when doctors are digging stitches out of my cervix. He plans our awesome vacations and finds the best deals on stuff and always, ALWAYS reminds me that you can get it cheaper online. He is caring, generous, funny, smart and oh-so-devastatingly handsome. Although his T-shirts do look a little small ... I wonder who put those in the dryer?
I am so thankful today that I had to wash the tears off my face in that bar. I look at my husband and my children and I know it all happened for a reason. The luck of the Irish was surely with me that St. Patrick's Day.
Hello, two children are impossible to corral at the same time
So I am wearing green. The kids are wearing shamrocks. Well, actually, Emmie was wearing shamrocks and then she pooped out the back of the onesie and I had to wash the outfit and dry it and dress her all over again just to get that picture. That is commitment people!
But there's another kind of commitment we're celebrating today. On this very day, seven years ago, I met Josh at a bar called Sheffields. I wouldn't call it love at first sight -- I refused to even give him my home phone number, instead proferring my business card. My sister even deleted his number out of my cell phone in the cab on the way home. But he e-mailed me a picture he took of us that night the next week. And I was all "Hey, that random guy from the bar e-mailed me. And he's cute!"
I was coming off a bad breakup where the guy's previous girlfriend DIED. As in I was the first girl he dated, two years later. How you like them apples? It was doomed. But clearly, it was not meant to be. And because things happen for reasons, I was crying in the bar bathroom over Dead Girlfriend Guy and came out only to bump into Josh. He had a glow-in-the-dark shamrock button and I wanted it so my sister told him he should give it to me. After one of my first questions to him was "So what do you do?" -- he still maintains that was a snotty question -- we chatted awhile and then he left. Without even saying goodbye.
Fast forward seven years. Here we are, happily married with two beautiful children. I still don't know what he does, and he still thinks I am snotty sometimes.
I'm not scratching any seven-year itch and I am so glad he is in my life. He works hard and travels, which while I bitch and moan about it all the time, allows me to stay at home with the kids. Our lifestyle is only possible because of all the hard work he does, and I know I don't say thank you to him enough.
He buys me flowers and drives out of his way in the cold to get me Dairy Queen mint oreo blizzards. He is a great father and always knows what's wrong with my computer and how to fix it. He does little things like showing me shortcuts in Photoshop and setting up a page just for all the blogs I read every day in Google. He rubs my back, sometimes even without me asking, and holds my hand when doctors are digging stitches out of my cervix. He plans our awesome vacations and finds the best deals on stuff and always, ALWAYS reminds me that you can get it cheaper online. He is caring, generous, funny, smart and oh-so-devastatingly handsome. Although his T-shirts do look a little small ... I wonder who put those in the dryer?
I am so thankful today that I had to wash the tears off my face in that bar. I look at my husband and my children and I know it all happened for a reason. The luck of the Irish was surely with me that St. Patrick's Day.
Labels: Married Life
posted by Amy at
2:46 PM
5 Comments:
Oh, that's the sweetest post. Happy anniversary! (Hey, my marriage started in a bar, too...though mine involved a birthday.)
Aww, that was so sweet. I met my hubs in a bar as well. 32 years later and well, we are still married. Go girl! Great post as always!
Aww, sweet. Happy Anniversary (kinda)!
Oh, this is sweet!! I met Husband in a bar, too, also after crying in the bathroom about the guy who came before him.
What a sweet tribute to hubby! I don't remember the exact date I met my hubby. Didn't meet him in a bar, met him on a blind date. Celebrated our 11th anniversary this year =)
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