Has it been six years already?
Monday, September 14, 2009
As of yesterday, Eric and I have been married six years. And what did we do to celebrate? We got a babysitter and went to a sports bar and watched college football. Yes, we're uber romantic.
What did we do last year to celebrate? We went to a sports bar and watched college football. Fancy that. It doesn't look like we've grown any more sophisticated over the past year. Oh, well. Being a grown-up is entirely over-rated. Eric assured me, however, that next year he'd treat me to more than just buffalo wings with chips and salsa, but I think we all know that as long as our anniversary falls smack dab at the beginning of college football season, we'll forever be celebrating our marriage at a sports bar. You think I'm kidding...
Eight years ago, madly in LOVE. Eight years later, MADly in love.
In exchange for spending my anniversary amongst the wild drunkenness surrounding college football, I'm therefore entitled to share at least one of the many endearing stories (insert snicker) of how my beloved husband stole my heart. Get the tissues handy.
It was April 2001. Eric and I worked together at a local fitness center. I was finishing my first year of grad school while Eric was taking a year off to play (which for Eric means earning a second degree...in mathematics...N-E-R-D) before starting medical school. There were always two fitness specialists working every shift, and I always enjoyed working with Eric because he'd teach me fun things when business was slow, like how to play chess, or the science behind Proprioceptive Neuromuscular Facilitation (aka PNF stretching). Like I said...fun.
One night, Eric and I were working the 4-11 p.m. shift and it was apparent by my mood that I had had an incredibly crummy day. He did what most men would do in that situation and awkwardly avoided any discussion of the matter. But occasionally, he'd make an effort to distract me with random small-talk from whatever it was bothering me. In one such attempt, we were walking the deserted hallway leading to the parking lot after our shift when he started talking about socks. Yes, socks. He had been training for his first marathon and recently discovered the most amazing moisture-wicking socks. Me being a runner, he knew I'd appreciate such enthusiasm. It was then that he uttered the sweetest, most romantic words I had ever heard. "You're more than welcome to borrow them sometime."
Well, shucks. Can't say I've ever had a man offer up his socks to me before. The best part about this story is that if I knew then what I know now about the condition of his socks, I'm so glad I never took him up on his offer.
Needless to say, two weeks later I was cheering him on as he crossed the finish line at the inaugural Oklahoma City Marathon, and a week later we went out on our first date. Rest assured... there were no exchanging of socks...ever.
• Posted by: Catrina
• Posted At: 8:00 AM
thedrivers had this to say:
That is too cute! Love the story.
- September 14, 2009 at 12:38 PM
The Walrus had this to say:
Awwww! Ricky is actually smiling (such as it is) in the second picture!
Congrats on six years! You've now been married 1/10 as long as our grandparents (or are they to 61?? I can't remember...)
- September 14, 2009 at 2:10 PM
Alex and Ashley had this to say:
OH MY GOSH THAT IS SO CUUUUUTE!
- September 14, 2009 at 3:23 PM
had this to say:
Wally you had it right the first time. The grand-rents have been married 60 years.
- September 16, 2009 at 1:20 PM
Carmen had this to say:
I didnt know Eric could be so sensitive! Very sweet story. Congrats on six years!
- September 17, 2009 at 6:39 AM
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