5 years ago today....
I had the first date with the hubs.
We were suppose to go to the Great State Fair of Oklahoma.
But we drove around the muddy fields for about 30 minutes and no parking to be found. It seemed the entire state was at the fair checking out the monster trucks, the 4H pigs, riding the decrepit rides, eating fried bacon & chocolate on a stick and drinking beer. Now in all honesty, that would have been a pretty romantic date. I was dressed for it in a tank top, a hippie floaty peasant skirt and rope sandals.
But we skipped the fair. Had we gone who knows how our first date would have gone. If there would have been a second. Or an Owen or a Sydney.
We went ahead and went to Charlestons, a local steakhouse. We ordered the exact same thing: house salad with ranch, loaded baked potato and an 8 oz steak medium well (I now order my steaks medium rare - with each pregnancy I liked the taste of raw meat more and more...must be an iron thing). The hubs didn't finish all his food so I finished it for him (along w/ mine). I then devoured a slice of apple pie a la mode. And then chastised him when he littered his cigarette wrapper out the window of his truck. And he knew it was love.
By the time our one year dating anniversary rolled around we had been married 4 months and I was 8 months preggers.
But before you think it was some shotgun thing...it wasn't. Not really. When you know you know. We pretty much spent every waking moment from the first date together and were engaged by January - before I was preggers.
Five years later... I am married to my best friend. He makes me laugh. I make him laugh - mostly with my ridiculous antics. I have never been so vulnerable with anyone before - I can be my true self with him - be honest about anything no matter how weird or lame or silly or gross it is. We have to amazing kids who bring us much exhaustion and much joy. We have a beautiful home though it is cluttered and messy (but not dirty) and a spastic dog.
Going on that date was the best thing I ever did. Well before I married him. Or had his babies.
(I should really end on that note...but....)
For the past 3 or 4 Saturday mornings I've been woken up by the sound of the kids taking turns in the bathroom ("you can do it Owen! squeeze my hand! My turn!" Okay TMI). And then they sing their alphabet. Loudly. It is a pretty good sound to wake up too.
I'm addicted to iBooks. I've read 3 Dennis LeHane books in 3 days. I'm not sure how I'm sleeping at night.
I am feeling much better. I've had no starbucks in at least 10 days. I've cut my caffeine back to 1 cup black coffee a day. The rest of the day is water - so I have drastically increased my water intake. More fruits and veggies. More being aware of caloric and nutritional intake. (Side note: do princess gummie vitamins count for my daily vitamin? Maybe I should take 2?) I've been to the gym 10 times in 14 days. I'm no exercise guru. Can barely walk a mile and half (no jogging yet)... but it gives me some energy, some confidence. I am feeling better already.
2 comments:
Good for you!
Love your first date story - you remind me a little of my fiance and I. We had our first date at a pub bistro, he told me he wanted to marry me after 3 weeks ( not an official proposal, just a wish... ), we fell pregnant two months into our relationship ( despite being on the pill but thats another story ) and now, 19 months together, we have a 9 month old son are getting married next year! Your right - when you know, you know...
Where have you been? Are you coming back?
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