It’s been a couple decades since I first laid eyes on the man who I am fortunate enough to love deeply, to call my husband, to raise our sweet little girl together, and to simply do this life with. I remember seeing Mark in the halls of our high school and thinking that he was very handsome in his Alice in Chains sweatshirt. We had several mutual friends and we seemed to hover in the same social circles, but we never actually spoke until a friend invited myself and Mark over to hang out one summer evening. And after that evening, I had a serious crush that I couldn’t ignore. So I did what any modern woman would do…I pestered our mutual friend for Mark’s phone number and called Mark to tell him how I felt about him. We dated for a short time that summer, but it was not our time to be together and we went our separate ways.
As fate would have it, we reconnected in 2004. Mark was living in California, I was living in Florida. We were literally a country apart, but found ourselves phone buddies who spoke at least once a week. For me, all of the old feelings I had about Mark started to trickle back in. In 2005, we both traveled home to visit our families for Christmas. And we fell head over heels in love. And that was it. We’ve been a couple for 12 years. Married for 8. Best friends for life.
We’ve packed in a lot in our time together. A transcontinental move back east, another big move from the deep south to our hometown six months later. We completed our college degrees thanks to the support of our incredible families. We entered a local wedding contest and won. (If you voted for us, thank you!) We adopted our tuxedo kitty Wylie. We moved forward in our careers, Mark in real estate and me in my nursing/wellness career. We bought our beautiful little home on a big, slate rock hill in our hometown. We raised a flock of chickens. We adopted our James Dean kitty Henry who has since moved on from this world. (He really was like James Dean – handsome, young, lived on the edge, died way too early.) And we became parents to the most beautiful little baby girl in the world in the winter of 2015. And those are just the big events.
To say that I cherish my gorgeous man is a gross understatement. Mark is my hero, my confidante, my best friend, my lover, my partner in crime, my rock, my Person. We live a very good life together and we are both committed to making our dreams come true. Some dreams already have come true, and some will – it’s just a matter of time. It’s not always easy, this whole marriage/life thing, but when we peel away the challenges, distractions, and hard-learned lessons, it’s really one of our greatest accomplishments.
My dear husband Mark – You have captivated me for over 20 years. I knew you were special when we were teenagers. And I was right! You’ve become such an amazing man and I am so proud to call you mine. Thank you for doing this life with me. Thank you for being my Person. Thank you for being the most amazing Daddy to our incredible little girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Here’s to many, many more years of marital bliss! I love you with every fiber of my being. I always have and I always will. Happy Anniversary My Big One Lah Husband!!! ❤