One of the best stories of our dating and married life is our first date. My husband looked directly at me from across the table and said, "If you are looking for a husband, this date is over." I sat there for a moment and said, "That's fine with me. I don't care if I never get married." That was October of 1991. We were engaged in May, 1993 and married in February, 1994. How's that for eating one's words?
One of my favorite moments with my husband was when we were meeting with our pastor and discussing our relationship, etc. He asked my husband, "How do you know you want to marry her and spend your life with her?" And MG said, "I knew when she didn't try to change me into someone else that I wanted to be with her." Little does he know, I am a master sculptor and the changes I make are so subtley instilled that he doesn't even realize it happened! He is putty in my hands. (And I would like to say he is a better person for it, but that would just sound cocky.)
At the end of our meetings, the pastor told us, "Well, you are NOT two peas in a pod, but I am confident you will have a long and happy life together. You remind me of my wife and I." His homily for our wedding was about how a house has two independent pillars but they are both needed to keep that house standing. Ok, it was much more eloquent than that, but you get the idea. He was incorporating the fact that we were cleary two individuals and would remain that way, but that we needed each other for support and foundation.
So today we celebrate 15 years of marriage. FIFTEEN! Wow. I don't have a scanner, but if I did, I would include our wedding photo!