Thirteen years ago I married my best friend in an outdoor garden with bagpipes playing and our dear friend officiating the ceremony. We had been together two years at that point, engaged after a year, moved in together two months into our "summer fling." We worked together at The Rocktide Inn, he was a cook and I was a waitress. Our first encounter was during his 21st birthday party, music blasting, people overflowing out of the cabin. He kept trying to kiss me. I escaped outside and met Ziggy. Who's dog I kept asking everyone, I had to know. Jason's...I was won over.
One year later we told Jason's parents we were engaged while on a whale watch - his Mom was so excited she nearly bounced out of her seat - wonderfully appropriate. We announced we were getting married to my parents on the 4th of July, received a less than enthusiastic reaction and then had to cram into the car and go strawberry picking with them. Warm family moments. I think my friends were probably feeling the same way after watching our crazy drunken partying, totaled cars, car-surfing/hospital/life support days. After all, I was 24 and Jason 23, we were so young and still had so much potential in our lives (once we left the bar hopping days)...did we really want to get married?!
We did, there was no hesitation on our part. It felt right, we were passionate with no idea of what we wanted to do with our lives, but we'd figure it out together. And that we have . . . well, not really "figured" it out, but experienced many adventures together both good and bad. We were married 5 years before I got pregnant with Brendan (I did not want to become a Mom until I graduated college and got a job). He was conceived approximately 2 weeks after I had to call my husband at 3am to come bail me out of jail (we'll save that story for another time). Anyway, back to the adventures together...Commuting to USM, traveling, hiking & camping, raising dogs, birthing our babies, buying a house, quitting our jobs to buy a fish market-then working and living together 24/7 while raising two kids and our enteurage. We've battled alcoholism, cigarettes, food addictions, post-partum depression, depression, losing a business, losing jobs, losing animals . . . nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing that can't be overcome . . . and they always made us come out stronger on the other end. Jason is my yin and I'm his yang. He is kind, patient, gentle and funny. He is supportive, loving and determined. Don't get me wrong, he has his asshole moments, but I mean who doesn't?!
This summer has been a major turning point for the two of us. We have finally battled our weight. I was watching the two of us spiral out of control and wondered when we would hit rock bottom. Fortunately we got our act together after years of overeating, not exercising and basically living an unhealthy life. Thankfully we closed that door and have opened this new one together.
I am looking forward to see where our journey takes us next. We are feeling strong, positive and alive! Cheers to thirteen married years, and to many, many more ahead.
One year later we told Jason's parents we were engaged while on a whale watch - his Mom was so excited she nearly bounced out of her seat - wonderfully appropriate. We announced we were getting married to my parents on the 4th of July, received a less than enthusiastic reaction and then had to cram into the car and go strawberry picking with them. Warm family moments. I think my friends were probably feeling the same way after watching our crazy drunken partying, totaled cars, car-surfing/hospital/life support days. After all, I was 24 and Jason 23, we were so young and still had so much potential in our lives (once we left the bar hopping days)...did we really want to get married?!
We did, there was no hesitation on our part. It felt right, we were passionate with no idea of what we wanted to do with our lives, but we'd figure it out together. And that we have . . . well, not really "figured" it out, but experienced many adventures together both good and bad. We were married 5 years before I got pregnant with Brendan (I did not want to become a Mom until I graduated college and got a job). He was conceived approximately 2 weeks after I had to call my husband at 3am to come bail me out of jail (we'll save that story for another time). Anyway, back to the adventures together...Commuting to USM, traveling, hiking & camping, raising dogs, birthing our babies, buying a house, quitting our jobs to buy a fish market-then working and living together 24/7 while raising two kids and our enteurage. We've battled alcoholism, cigarettes, food addictions, post-partum depression, depression, losing a business, losing jobs, losing animals . . . nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing that can't be overcome . . . and they always made us come out stronger on the other end. Jason is my yin and I'm his yang. He is kind, patient, gentle and funny. He is supportive, loving and determined. Don't get me wrong, he has his asshole moments, but I mean who doesn't?!
This summer has been a major turning point for the two of us. We have finally battled our weight. I was watching the two of us spiral out of control and wondered when we would hit rock bottom. Fortunately we got our act together after years of overeating, not exercising and basically living an unhealthy life. Thankfully we closed that door and have opened this new one together.
I am looking forward to see where our journey takes us next. We are feeling strong, positive and alive! Cheers to thirteen married years, and to many, many more ahead.
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