Our 19th

Today, my hubby and I have been married for 19 years.

The story of our wedding is more unusual than most. Like us.

We met in college, we were both 18. The first time he saw me, he told his friends he would marry me. Awww, so romantic. Not! Apparently, I was bending over at the time, and he liked my butt. I sort of liked him, but definately wasn't interested in dating.

When we were 20, we both went through a rough patch. He had come home one day, and his apartment was empty - his girlfriend had left with the baby, and everything else. My boyfriend had just left me for one of my friends. We spent a lot of time together, and became best friends.

Then he moved, to find work. We talked every day on the phone. We talked through the months when his conversations mentioned a particular girl, and when they became room-mates. We still call her 'his mistress' - they are now best friends. Then I moved, to the city where he was.

About 2 months later, he stayed over at my place for the first time. And never left. 1 month later we eloped, and got married without telling anyone. We were 21. Boy, was his mom mad when she found out! Not a great way to start the mother-in-law thing. We still don't get along. LOL.

I overheard Hubby years later telling someone that his staying over at my house was a set-up. I was starting to show interest in other guys, and he decided he'd better take our relationship to the next level before he lost his chance. I was brushing him off, so he faked an allergic reaction (cinnamon causes him to stop breathing) and asked me to watch him while he slept that night, in case he stopped breathing. Well, that's one way to get into a girl's bed!

19 years later, we have lots more funny stories.

And we are looking forward to making many more.