December 10th, twenty-three years ago, this past December. That was the date I met the man who would eventually become my husband. When we met all those years ago he had just left his wife and three children. He was frustrated, agonizing and wondering if leaving was the right thing to do. In the midst of all that we began to date. I had never been married. I was 31 years old. I had dated a lot. He was refreshing; he was cute and there were no games. He was honest, kind, funny, warm, romantic and comfortable to be around.
Three and a half years later we married. Eventually, we had two children together making him the dad of five. We have definitely had our ups and downs, more ups and downs and even more ups and downs. I love this man, my husband. We will be married 20 years in May and we are both looking forward to this landmark anniversary. Funny thing is we have so many anniversaries and each one is important to us. We have the date we met, the date we moved in together, the date we were engaged, the date we bought our first home, the date we adopted two sibling mutt puppies from an animal shelter, the date he became president of his firm, and so on.
We have so many happy memories. We feel truly blessed. And to have each other and our family, which is now comprised of five grown and almost grown kids, ages ranging from 30 to 13, and two dogs…oops, remember I was speaking about December 10th being the date we met twenty-three years ago? Well, this past anniversary of that date my husband surprised me with a puppy! Yes, I came into the kitchen from a day of running errands; he turned around and out of his blue jean shirt pocket was the head of a little two-pound baby boy toy poodle that we named Eddie!
Yes, anniversaries are fun and they are special and blessed events, but surprises are a great thing too, especially if they have four furry legs and a tail. Oh, by the way, I now have three dogs, which I thought was pretty insane until I learned that many people have three. Obviously, our two mutts we originally adopted have passed away. Since then we learned my daughter turned out to be allergic to dogs so we got into poodles, which have hair, not fur, hence no dander to rattle the allergies.
We have Bobo, a standard boy that weighs 90 pounds and is 9 years old, Gracie, a miniature who weighs 20 pounds and is 8 and now Eddie, who today is 16 weeks and 4 pounds.
I wanted to write today about my husband, our family, anniversaries and surprises because it’s almost Valentines Day, an anniversary of love. Happy Valentines Day. Enjoy.