Yesterday was a momentous day for Nicole and I – it was our 15th Anniversary. We got married at the green young age of 21, and we were ready to be married. We began dating in our senior year of high school (December 1988), and by Valentine’s Day of 1989, I knew I had met my wife. I can imagine how such a bold proclamation from a 17-year old kid freaked my parents out. I made many dumb statements during that time in my life, but that one I got right.
When we got married, I was finishing college and driving a school bus part time. She worked in a day care center. Now the house is her day care center, and the Honda Odyssey her school bus. I managed to parlay a Political Science Degree into a career in IT. In 15 years we have gone through 6 places of residence, 6-7 cars, 3 kids, 3 schools, 8 bicycles, a few clothing sizes up and down, a few added grey hairs, countless job changes, and too much to list here.
We thought we knew everything when we got married – boy were we wrong! With all of the bumps in the road, there’s nothing I would change.
For the record, we eschewed a night on the town to stay home and eat carryout. Some of my coworkers were telling me that bling was in order; I came up with the romantic gifts of a reading light and bath gel. In 15 years we’ll be empty-nesters and Epsom salts and reading glasses will be welcome. One thing will not change: There will still be no other person I’d rather have gone through it all with.
BTW, if I get enough comments, I just might post an old wedding photo.
