Today marks exactly five years from the very first day I met my husband. I always say it was our “unofficial meeting” because it was a very brief encounter. Unexpectedly, we met again two days later at the same place and that’s when our real story all began.
When I met my husband again I was completely smitten. He was good looking, charming, funny, he told me about living in France for two years and how was a sponsored athlete for cycling and mountain biking. And of course, him proving his fluent speaking French skills didn’t hurt either. But, I wasn’t really looking for anything. I was fresh out of a relationship that was miserable to say the least, and had only been single for a month. I really wasn’t out on the prowl looking for anything serious. But of course as the night went on and we were hanging out my husband asked for my number and I gave it to him. He called the next day, we talked for well over an hour and he asked me out. I accepted, but then came close to canceling the date because panic set in as I kept telling myself I just wasn’t ready to start something new. Despite my initial jitters, I kept the date because he seemed like such a great guy and I had never met anyone like him. I knew he was special. That date turned into another date which turned into another date which turned into another date which…OK, you get the picture. For the first month I kept telling him that I wasn’t looking for anything serious and that we were not officially a couple. I basically told him not to except anything from me, but, he was persistent and every time we were together I turned into putty in his hands. Finally, I just admitted that I was head over heals for this guy and that if I kept trying to push him away I’d regret it. We literally became inseparable and he asked me to move in with him only six months after dating.
I knew within a month that he was the man I was going to marry. Despite my reservations to start anything new when we first met due to just being out of a relationship, he was “the one” and I wasn’t letting him go. It’s funny how you just know. I had a few long-term serious relationships before my husband and casually dated a bunch of unworthy men. None of which ever felt right and I never once saw myself walking down the aisle with any other guy I had dated. In fact, I used to tell that to my mother. However, I don’t regret a single one of them because they all taught me something and led me to my husband. Until my husband came along, marriage was not really something on my radar; I just kind of went with the flow of life. However, once we became serious, which didn’t take long, I quickly turned into the crazy chick planning our wedding and marrying him was all I thought about. “They say” when you first move in with someone you have growing pains and have to “learn to live” with the person. We never experienced that. Somehow we just clicked and it was as if we had known each other and lived with each other our whole lives. I remember being in Vermont on a weekend getaway about three or four months into our relationship. We met a couple sitting at a bar out to lunch who thought we were married and couldn’t believe we had only been together a few months. Complete strangers started complimenting our relationship all the time telling us we looked like newlyweds and that it was apparent we were so in love. I’ll never forget a clerk at Pottery Barn who told us we were the cutest married couple and it was so nice to see. She was shocked when I told her we hadn’t even been together a year. Never in my life had anyone ever gone out of their way to compliment a relationship I was in, or the man I was with. It used to be quite the opposite. Not only was I head over heals in love, but it was refreshing to know that I was finally in a healthy relationship where instead of being told to “GET OUT!” people were telling me how lucky I was.
I could say the rest is history, because, well it is… A couple years of dating later, we were engaged and about 16 months after that we were married. In the last five years we have done and accomplished so much together. In the first year of marriage we rented our loft, bought a house and got pregnant. So, here we are, five years later from the first time we ever met, married with a baby on the way in just about four weeks. I jokingly told family over Christmas that when I first met my husband I told him I wasn’t looking for anything serious, and we can see where that got me. I feel lucky everyday to have found him, to be sharing my life with him and to be growing a family together. He is still my favorite part of every day and still the man that fits perfectly in my life as my husband. So after five blissful years, here’s to becoming parents together in four weeks and continuing our story and life together! When two will become three!
~Sparke