For me, there were three moments in my relationship with my husband that are true standouts. I met my husband while I was in college. I was older than most, graduating at 25 instead of the usual 22. He was 8 years my senior and one of my supervisors at my student worker job. When I'd gotten the job, one of my friends gushed enviously about my luck in getting to work with Scott. I'd met him, and frankly, wasn't all that impressed. Sure, he was kinda cute, in an indie/skater/Ramones kinda way, but not really my type at all. I dismissed her lustful yearnings and began my new job.
I worked with him for almost a year before my first "moment". We'd been chatting amiably as he was performing routine maintenance on an overhead projector. I have no memory of what we were talking about, I just remember making eye contact with him and receiving that electric shock down my spine that was so telling for me. I was instantly disoriented and a little freaked out, that had only happened to me once before, and it had been a doozy of a crush.
My crush grew from that day on and I enjoyed the very mild flirtation and growing friendship that we had. About a year later, everyone from work was out bowling, and I had another "moment". Scott has a very long, very curly, very red, and very glorious mane of hair. As he was striding toward the lane with his bowling ball in hand, his hair streamed behind him in a russet wave. I had a very fleeting, but very intense vision, of Thor, the God of Thunder. I became so weak in the knees that I practically fell over. That's when I knew I was in serious, serious trouble.
How we started dating was something of a miracle, in my book. I won't go into that now, as it's all touchy-feely romantic-like, and I'd have to tell you a little more about myself than I'm willing to at present. But, let's just say that we kindled, caught, and blazed fiercely the summer that I graduated from college.
My last moment was something that might have come straight from the dog eared pages of a Harlequin romance. It had been an oddly stormy summer. We don't tend to get much in the way of thunderstorms in the NW. Scott and I had been out most of the day and had gone back to my house to BBQ. It was late and the sun had disappeared behind a high wall of thunderheads. We stood at the side of my house, grilling and chilling (sorry, I couldn't resist) and he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in for a kiss. And then the sky opened up, and buckets of rain began falling from the heavens. Streaks of lightning lit up the sky and thunder rattled our bones. We stood in the middle of this violent cacaphony of wind and weather...and made out. It is the most amazing memory and it's when I fell in love with him.
I'm telling you all this so that you understand where we started. From the first, our relationship has been one of fireworks and passion. We are a very odd couple, but it has always worked for us. And, to this day, 12 years after we first got together, I still love my husband to pieces. He is still my favorite person and the one I trust most.
I'm not sure how we got to be where we are today, but I'm working on it. But, that's a tale for another time...
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