Friday, January 14, 2011

anniversary

John and I got married when I was twenty - in the middle of my junior year of college.  Most people would tell you twenty is far too young to get married and they would probably be right.  In many ways I was far too young and completely unrprepared for it.  However, I think there is something to be said for getting married when you are young enough that you are still growing into who you want to be.  After all, don't the experts say that growing together is one of the things that helps to strengthen a marriage?

I met John at a swing dance club in Philadelphia during Thanksgiving weekend of my sophmore year.  A friend from home, Hollie, had flown out for the long weekend and I was showing her around town.  We met up on Saturday with my friend, Tiffany (from UPenn), to go dancing that night.  Tiff invited John.  He seemed nice enough but was horrible at swing dance and I initially wrote him off as a dumb jock (which is hilarious if you actually know him because he is one of the smartest people I know!).  Anyway, it was not until he offered the three of us a ride back to Tiffany's and we walked out to see his brand new, very red, Mustang convertible that it occurred to me that ,maybe I should ask him a few more questions.  He still tells people that I married him for that car (which is only partially true! LOL! ).  When I saw the car I turned around and looked at him again, 'Wait a minute, what do you do?"  I asked.  He laughed a little and then told me he was a family practice resident.  Once I picked my jaw up off the ground we started chatting, realized we had a lot in common and really didn't stop talking until he had dropped us off at Tiffany's.  Now I knew he was smart AND a nice guy but I really wasn't interested in any sort of relationship with him or anyone else at that point.
You see, I had a plan.  College was my time to meet lots of people and have lots of new experiences.  I wanted to be foot loose and fancy free.  Then, once I had graduated and found a job or gotten a solid start on graduate school, I could worry about things like a serious relationship.  (Ok, you can stop laughing now!)
I hung out with John once or twice more, with friends, and then I went home for winter break.  We emailed a little bit back and forth over break.  He even offered to pick me up from the airport when I got back to Philly but that seemed too relationshippy to me so I declined.
My first night back John called and offered to take me out to dinner. I thought it would be fun to see him, get off campus and avoid dining hall food (not that it was bad, per say, but still) however I was a little unnerved by his enthusiasm. (Shouldn't he give me a day or two to get settled before he calls?)
The night of the date came.  I sent all my hallmates off to dinner and then waited for John to show up.  I waited.  And waited.  And waited...  Two and a half hours later, he had the nerve to show up!  He was doing a rotation at a hospital in South Philly at the time and had gotten held up, you know, saving lives.  I gave him a hard time about not calling when he realized he was going to be late (as my family will attest I am not the most cheerful person when I am hungry) but, since I was starving and the dining halls were now closed, I went out with him.  Things must have gone well because before the date was even over I invited him to go out swing dancing with me and some friends.  He agreed quite cheerfully.  Inwardly I was thinking, "This guy is a glutton for punishment" seeing as how the first time the dancing aspect hadn't gone so well.

Anyway, to make a long story short-ish, we finally went out dancing again.  When we hit the floor I started leading but John stopped me, "Aren't I supposed to lead?" he asked.  I laughed and said, "Go ahead."  And he did!  While I had been home for winter break, John had been spending his free time learning how to dance just so he could impress me.
So while John will tell you that I married him for his car, he is really just too shy to tell you that I married him because he took the time to learn about something that I loved to do just so he could see me smile. That is one of the things that makes our marriage so great.  I love music he loves sports.  I prefer hot climates and he likes the cold.  But as different as we may be, I will read finance books while he reads home decorating books (a recent example) so that we can appreciate and intelligently discuss each other's interests.  And while our marriage isn't always perfect (show me one that is!) we learn a lot from each other and enjoy our differences as well as our similarities.  I can't imagine my life any other way.

Happy 11th Anniversary John!  I love you!

4 comments:

Andrea said...

Seriously? He learned to dance? That is just about the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Happy anniversary to you both!

WhiteEyebrows said...

Hooray for marriages and congratulations on the milestone!

Emily said...

What a great story!! Happy Anniversary to both of you! You make a fabulous pair!

alex said...

such a lovely couple..


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