It was a hard day. If you would have told me that I would one day look back on Friday, February 26, 1993 as something positive, I would have laughed in your face. I was 18 years old and pretty spoiled. I hadn’t had a lot of “life revelations” in my first 18 years but that morning we said goodbye to my beautiful Aunt and after her funeral it occurred to me that life was too short to be miserable.
So I came home from the funeral home, scrubbed off my makeup, broke up with my boyfriend and then I cried. I cried and cried and cried some more.
I cried for the loss of my Aunt.
I cried because I had never broken up with anyone before and felt terrible. And I was afraid to be alone.
I cried because my parents were divorced and I had kept myself numb with parties and boys.
I cried because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.
and then my phone rang.
My best friend, Beth, told me that she was taking me out. She ordered me to put on some makeup, fix my hair and knock off the tears. My heart wasn’t in it, but I didn’t much feel like staying home alone that evening. My mom and sister were not home, so I picked up my friend and we went to the mall.
I remember my eyes were so swollen that I couldn’t even apply my beloved eyeliner. I am sure I looked like crap. I know I felt like crap. And as all love stories go, I met my husband on that very trip to the mall, 19 years ago today. He was with his best friend, whom I had gone out with a few times, and we stopped- the four of us -to exchange pleasantries. Someone suggested going to play a game of pool (Oh, Friday nights in rural Maryland…shopping malls and pool halls) and the rest is history.
We never broke up because we never fought. We have come this far because it was meant to be. We’ve been through so much together, and there will be so much more too. Times that I will cling to him and moments that he will cling to me. I love him more than I could ever put into words. He loves me unconditionally. We have changed a lot since 1993. Heck, we have changed a ton since 2003. And I am sure that by next year, we will have changed some more but our love is constant and I’m so thankful that he is mine.
Here we are, practically still babies about a week after we first met.
and nearly 19 years later in 2012…
This summer we will have been married for 17 years! Last weekend we attended a memorial service for someone that meant a great deal to us and during the service, the family showed photos of he and his wife, who had been married for 61 years. I turned to Mark and told him that I fully expected him to live long enough to give me 60 years of marriage. I want my grandkids, and possibly great-grandkids, to look at the above photos and say things like “Awwwww….” or “Look how young they are!” when they flash on the screen during my funeral service. Most of all though, I want them to know how much I loved their Pappy. How happy I was with him and how thankful I am that things worked out this way 19 years ago today.
I love you Mark.