Today is the anniversary of the day I married my best friend. Can you believe it's been 6 years already? Me either, it feels more like 60, lol! :) Just kidding, it really feels like yesterday that I was having a panic attack waiting for my dad to drag my semi-conscious body down the aisle. Did I mention I am a nervous type person?
It all started the first day of Spanish class my freshmen year of high school. I had gotten into my class early because I am neurotic about being late for things. It is possible it was all those years sliding into the last bench 15 minutes late for church EVERY SUNDAY made such an impression on me, but who knows really. Anyway, back to the point, I had gotten to class ridiculously early before the bell rang and sat in the seat behind my friend and started getting everything organized like a nerd. I looked up to see who was talking and making a bunch of noise walking in the door and I saw *him*.
There was an angel choir, heavenly lights and a moment when time stood still so I could gawk at the Adonis who walked in the door. In reality, my husband probably had gym funk armpits, wrinkly clothes on and possibly ketchup on his face coming from lunch but I didn't see any of that. All I saw was the man I would marry later on in life! From that day forth, he was a marked man and he never even had a clue about his future life with me. Never saw it coming, poor thing.
For years, I played the 'friend' role while we dated other people off and on. Never once revealing my true feelings for him until one fated day six years after our first initial meeting. We had found each other on AIM messenger through the brilliance of technology at that time. I was home from college (read: ran out of money and had to go to community college to be more economical and not wanting to finance my entire future), when I had had enough of dancing around the subject. We had finally made plans to go to a hockey game (my most favorite sport in all the world), had a wonderful time and then he didn't call me for two whole weeks.
When I finally called him, I am pretty sure that I yelled at him for leading a girl on and not following through with at least the common decency of saying, "sorry, it's just not going to work out'. I made my feelings perfectly clear to him at that point in time and we agreed to give it a go and see what happened. After the first real date, I knew it was a lasting relationship. After 6 months we knew we'd be together forever and after a year, we were engaged to be married.
We decided to try and plan a wedding around his Paramedic class schedule which meant that we had to get married over the 4th of July weekend in order to not have to take time off his class. Do you know how hard it is to plan a wedding, let alone around a specific schedule and over a holiday weekend? It was a nightmare and we planned it in four months, bought a house, graduated from EMS classes, and started new jobs all in that span of time. Yeah, we were pretty dumb and stressed out but we made it on very little sleep and on budget!
I had tried to make all my stuff for table decorations, gifts and food so that we could stay on budget. Again, stupidity at it's finest! It was really fun and stressful at the same time but it all worked out in the end. I was more focused on the marriage, not the wedding and decided that even simple could be fun and elegant. So away I went with making bouquets, boutonnieres and centerpieces.
The day of the ceremony, I was driving my stuffed to the brim car with decorations to the church. Except that I was on auto-pilot from lack of sleep and stress and was driving to work in Grand Blanc. I drove right past the church and was almost to my place of employment at that time, when I realized what day it was and what I should have been doing. When my maid of honor called me and asked where I was at and why I was late, I told her I was just running behind. I didn't want her to think that I was a runaway bride.
We went to work setting everything up on the tables and I wasn't thinking about what was going to be going down later that morning. When everyone else showed up at 10:30 and asked why I wasn't dressed, I said that I had plenty of time. They informed me that I did not in fact have a ton of time on my hands and that I was supposed to be getting married in less than 30 minutes. :) Insert Run, Run Rudolph music from Home Alone in a frantic getting dressed scene. It was really like it was from a movie, to be completely honest. I hurried up, threw on my dress and veil and didn't have time to be nervous until I was completely ready to go and walking to the back of the church. I saw my dad, things went slightly fuzzy and he looked at me and said, "You finally ready to go kid?"
You have to understand my dad's brand of humor to really appreciate how funny this statement was. I nervously cackled, had a mini panic attack, started dripping sweat and fanning myself while makeup melted off my face and my painstakingly straightened hair started to frizz near my temples. Professional strength deodorant my butt!! I smelled like a wet dog that met it's match with a skunk who had just rolled out of Taco Bell's dumpster. I calmed down enough to stop hyperventilating and force myself to walk forward while clinging to my dad. The only thing I asked him to do was not let me fall down or trip. He said he could probably manage that.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking down that aisle, I swear it was 9 miles long, I saw *him* again. This time I am pretty sure that the angels were actually there because I was near passing out. I got to the end and the future LP told me to breathe slowly and to keep looking forward (future paramedic in training). What seemed like 4 years later, we said our vows and became Mr. and Mrs., kissed and ran out of there before I could really pass out in true fashion.
My new MIL had made our wedding cake and it was delightful. We had planned for about 100 people at our first reception and made a cake that could be taken down and transported to our house for the second party. The cake didn't make it back to the house and we had to pry people's hands off the cake knife to try and get our cake topper home in one piece! That cake was supposed to feed 300+ people and we left with a cake topper because it was that good.
Needless to say, because of the EMS friends and ridiculous schedules, we decided to have two receptions to accommodate everyone. One little reception at the church and one at our new home. It was nice to get to see everyone and get to talk to them about all the new things that have happened in their lives and the directions they went to. It was a great day: stressful, fun, lively and lovely.
Through all the years that The Hubs and I have known each other, yes we have gone through ups and downs, rough patches and many, many arguments. Through it all we have remained best friends, have kept our sense of humor and are still as silly as when we first met each other. We have grown in our marriage together and have figured each other out enough to not annoy the crap out of each other every single day of our lives together.
Six years, 1 monster, 2 dogs, 1 house, 2 blissfully ignorant people and many years of love and laughter later, we are still kicking! How? I have no idea but I think it has to do with the humor and laughter part. Here is to another billion years together, best friend!
<3
-Suzs
It all started the first day of Spanish class my freshmen year of high school. I had gotten into my class early because I am neurotic about being late for things. It is possible it was all those years sliding into the last bench 15 minutes late for church EVERY SUNDAY made such an impression on me, but who knows really. Anyway, back to the point, I had gotten to class ridiculously early before the bell rang and sat in the seat behind my friend and started getting everything organized like a nerd. I looked up to see who was talking and making a bunch of noise walking in the door and I saw *him*.
There was an angel choir, heavenly lights and a moment when time stood still so I could gawk at the Adonis who walked in the door. In reality, my husband probably had gym funk armpits, wrinkly clothes on and possibly ketchup on his face coming from lunch but I didn't see any of that. All I saw was the man I would marry later on in life! From that day forth, he was a marked man and he never even had a clue about his future life with me. Never saw it coming, poor thing.
For years, I played the 'friend' role while we dated other people off and on. Never once revealing my true feelings for him until one fated day six years after our first initial meeting. We had found each other on AIM messenger through the brilliance of technology at that time. I was home from college (read: ran out of money and had to go to community college to be more economical and not wanting to finance my entire future), when I had had enough of dancing around the subject. We had finally made plans to go to a hockey game (my most favorite sport in all the world), had a wonderful time and then he didn't call me for two whole weeks.
When I finally called him, I am pretty sure that I yelled at him for leading a girl on and not following through with at least the common decency of saying, "sorry, it's just not going to work out'. I made my feelings perfectly clear to him at that point in time and we agreed to give it a go and see what happened. After the first real date, I knew it was a lasting relationship. After 6 months we knew we'd be together forever and after a year, we were engaged to be married.
We decided to try and plan a wedding around his Paramedic class schedule which meant that we had to get married over the 4th of July weekend in order to not have to take time off his class. Do you know how hard it is to plan a wedding, let alone around a specific schedule and over a holiday weekend? It was a nightmare and we planned it in four months, bought a house, graduated from EMS classes, and started new jobs all in that span of time. Yeah, we were pretty dumb and stressed out but we made it on very little sleep and on budget!
I had tried to make all my stuff for table decorations, gifts and food so that we could stay on budget. Again, stupidity at it's finest! It was really fun and stressful at the same time but it all worked out in the end. I was more focused on the marriage, not the wedding and decided that even simple could be fun and elegant. So away I went with making bouquets, boutonnieres and centerpieces.
The day of the ceremony, I was driving my stuffed to the brim car with decorations to the church. Except that I was on auto-pilot from lack of sleep and stress and was driving to work in Grand Blanc. I drove right past the church and was almost to my place of employment at that time, when I realized what day it was and what I should have been doing. When my maid of honor called me and asked where I was at and why I was late, I told her I was just running behind. I didn't want her to think that I was a runaway bride.
We went to work setting everything up on the tables and I wasn't thinking about what was going to be going down later that morning. When everyone else showed up at 10:30 and asked why I wasn't dressed, I said that I had plenty of time. They informed me that I did not in fact have a ton of time on my hands and that I was supposed to be getting married in less than 30 minutes. :) Insert Run, Run Rudolph music from Home Alone in a frantic getting dressed scene. It was really like it was from a movie, to be completely honest. I hurried up, threw on my dress and veil and didn't have time to be nervous until I was completely ready to go and walking to the back of the church. I saw my dad, things went slightly fuzzy and he looked at me and said, "You finally ready to go kid?"
You have to understand my dad's brand of humor to really appreciate how funny this statement was. I nervously cackled, had a mini panic attack, started dripping sweat and fanning myself while makeup melted off my face and my painstakingly straightened hair started to frizz near my temples. Professional strength deodorant my butt!! I smelled like a wet dog that met it's match with a skunk who had just rolled out of Taco Bell's dumpster. I calmed down enough to stop hyperventilating and force myself to walk forward while clinging to my dad. The only thing I asked him to do was not let me fall down or trip. He said he could probably manage that.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking down that aisle, I swear it was 9 miles long, I saw *him* again. This time I am pretty sure that the angels were actually there because I was near passing out. I got to the end and the future LP told me to breathe slowly and to keep looking forward (future paramedic in training). What seemed like 4 years later, we said our vows and became Mr. and Mrs., kissed and ran out of there before I could really pass out in true fashion.
My new MIL had made our wedding cake and it was delightful. We had planned for about 100 people at our first reception and made a cake that could be taken down and transported to our house for the second party. The cake didn't make it back to the house and we had to pry people's hands off the cake knife to try and get our cake topper home in one piece! That cake was supposed to feed 300+ people and we left with a cake topper because it was that good.
Needless to say, because of the EMS friends and ridiculous schedules, we decided to have two receptions to accommodate everyone. One little reception at the church and one at our new home. It was nice to get to see everyone and get to talk to them about all the new things that have happened in their lives and the directions they went to. It was a great day: stressful, fun, lively and lovely.
Through all the years that The Hubs and I have known each other, yes we have gone through ups and downs, rough patches and many, many arguments. Through it all we have remained best friends, have kept our sense of humor and are still as silly as when we first met each other. We have grown in our marriage together and have figured each other out enough to not annoy the crap out of each other every single day of our lives together.
Six years, 1 monster, 2 dogs, 1 house, 2 blissfully ignorant people and many years of love and laughter later, we are still kicking! How? I have no idea but I think it has to do with the humor and laughter part. Here is to another billion years together, best friend!
<3
-Suzs
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