Friday, February 3, 2012
In September 2000, in the lobby of my college dorm, I saw a tall, skinny guy reading something on a bulletin board. I walked passed him and noticed how cute he was. What went through my mind was that he would probably never even talk to me (I was not only a huge dork, but I had about a teaspoon of self-esteem at the time).
Five years ago, on an incredibly cold day in Green Bay, Wisconsin, I married that tall, skinny guy. He was my love, my best friend, and I still thought he was super cute. We've been through a whole lot in the last five years. We bought a house. We discovered Steve's heart condition and have been through having his heart restarted twice. We've each helped the other recover from surgery. I got to witness Steve's journey toward Catholicism. We survived six long weeks in the NICU and 20 1/2 months of life with twins. We adopted Bigsby, the world's sweetest geriatric dog and shared the heartbreak of losing Bigsby just about two years later. We took an amazing road trip from Wisconsin to Washington and Oregon and we still liked each other when we got home. Steve has worked for three different companies, each of which has made our lives a little better. And he supported my crazy idea to be a stay-at-home mom. Each milestone has made us better friends, more in love, a stronger we.
Watching how playful, resourceful and creative Steve is with our girls is a constant reminder of why Steve and I became friends, back during my freshman year at Lawrence University. I see how protective he is of Clarissa, Veronica and me. I see Steve give his all, whether for work or at home (ours or my mom's). I see him give generously of his time, his energy and his talent. And I'm reminded of why I fell in love with him.
I give thanks every single day for the blessing that Steve is in my life. There is no other person I could ever imagine living my life with. There is no other person I would rather wake up next to, share parenting duties with, or look forward to the future with. We've been best friends for over eleven years, been a couple for over a decade, been married for five years and we've been parents for twenty months. Whether God has months, years, or decades planned for my future, I will be happy as long as I get to share that time with Steve.
I love you Steve! Happy anniversary!