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10 years ago I met my now husband. It was his 19th birthday, and my first time at a bar. My husband isn’t and wasn’t a drinker (unless we’re talking protein shakes), so it’s a bit ironic that we met how we did. I guess it was meant to be. We were 19 year old kids, who didn’t realize we were about to meet the person we’d spend the rest of our lives with. After 6 months of him calling me (he’d tell you a different version of this story I’m sure!), I finally agreed to go on a date with him. I always wondered what HE saw in ME. I soon realized the person I had stumbled upon, and quickly fell head over heels. He was the type of person who knew exactly what he wanted out of life, and had a plan to get it. He was the guy who as a teenager, saved up all his money and bought himself a car. He worked all the time (except for the nights I’d convince him to call in sick). He saw the big picture. Me? I was unemployed with $5 in my account (If I was lucky), and I rode the bus. I didn’t know what I’d be doing the next week, not to mention the next year, or in ten years.
Physically, he was a much smaller version of himself. He was always very athletic and fit, even as a 19 year old kid. Can you believe the first thing I ever said to him was, “Oh my goodness, do you workout”? And I was serious when I asked. I had never touched an arm like this, and was so surprised at how firm it was. Yes – embarrassing but completely true story. His abs were ripped, and his face chiseled (sounds good, doesn’t it!) But he was certainly not the beast of a man that he is now, if you can believe that. The past 10 years have worn well on him. Sadly, I cannot say the same for myself. Yes, I know I had a baby 6 months ago (can’t believe it’s been that long!), and that pregnancy is a valid reason for the body to experience a bit of a downslide – I’m still working on body-after-baby. To make me feel better I’d like to attribute my husbands more-attractive-10-years-later-body to good genes, testosterone or some other act of fate. But, anyone who knows him knows none of those are responsible. The bottom line is that he is the man he is today because of hard work. I have seen him consistently work hard, literally for 10 years. And his body is proof of that. The 19 year old that I met knew what he wanted to be, and if I was the judge, I’d say he reached his goals.
I didn’t know then how life would turn out, and I couldn’t have predicted that boy at the bar would end up being the love of my life. So much has happened over the last decade. We have loved and lost. We have stumbled, taken steps forward and back. We have grown, changed for better and worse, and learned so much about life, love, family and each other. Our life together started in a small bachelor apartment. I was barely able to pay rent, living on mac and cheese and Mr. Noddles – dry. (Oh the good ‘ol days of college). And now, 10 years later we are husband and wife with a little boy, and live in the home we plan to raise our family in. We are more in love than ever before. Time has grown our respect for each other, and the people we are, and what we contribute to our relationship. We are very different people in many ways, but we have the same goals. We believe in the same things, and agree on what is really important in life. So at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter that I love pizza, and he loves chicken. It works. We work.
Having a baby can be hard on a relationship, but it has made us stronger. It is still a challenge for me to balance being a mom, and then shut off that side, clean off my dirty shirt, become a wife and attempt to have an adult conversation. But I’m working on it! Nick supported me when I was a self proclaimed “crazy person” right after Deacus was born. Sleep deprived and miserable, and his love for me didn’t waiver. I remember shaking my head at him when he said I’d feel like myself again, and saying to him, “You don’t undersand. I am not the same. I am not the woman you married, and you deserve better”. I really thought at the time that I’d feel “crazy” forever and that he should go find a better wife (yes, THAT is how crazy I felt). Thankfully he was right, and those feelings passed and I returned to a new version of myself. But even during the lowest time of my life, he never questioned who I was, or that we would be ok. He told me he knew me, and that he believed in who I am even though I didn’t. The best part – he meant it. He wasn’t just trying to say what I needed to hear, and I could feel that from him. I wouldn’t have survived those first few weeks without him. THAT is a good husband, and dad. And I am blessed.
Our love has spanned a decade. I still can’t believe it’s been that long and that we are now the adults. Where does the time go? Life is so full of uncertainty, but the one thing that always remains, is love. I am certain that we will continue to have our ups and downs, like any healthy relationship. And I am also certain that we will continue to get through anything that comes our way, and that we will spend the rest of our lives together. Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you in 40 or so more years.