February 09, 2012

Wow, it’s really been that long. Wow.

“What, exactly, are you talking about?” I am sure you’re thinking at this point.

11 years ago today, at 11:21am (I know this because 11:20 was- and probably still is- when the bell rung to change classes at our high school), a very tall, handsome, lanky (and, it has to be said, a little awkward) guy asked me to be his girlfriend. And I said yes.

And? The rest is history.

It’s a fun history, and one worth telling, though..for sure. It makes me laugh, mostly. But in a good way. A really good way.

If you had told me back then that Jared was the guy I was going to marry, and the guy who would be the father of my children, I probably would’ve laughed. Not that, of course, there was any problem with him (I said yes, didn’t I? He was hot, after all. And into me. If that is not reason enough for a 14 year old girl, I am not sure what is). But I had this idea about what MY future husband was going to be like, and it just…wasn’t him.

See, I thought I was pretty tough (key word: thought.) I was young. I had big aspirations- I wanted to be a BET backup dancer. (No, I’m not kidding.) Hey, there are a few white girls in those videos…and at the very minimum they could tan me up and make me look, at the very least, mixed, right? So were my thoughts. Plus, it has to be said, I had a cool background. My parents were bikers, and drove a Harley. I was legit. I was the girl who head-banged to AC/DC at all the dances in middle school, instead of dancing to Celine Dion like everyone else. (Wow, did I really just confess that to the world, in written form?)

And then…there was Jared. Who, in addition to being hot, and into me, was the product of an idealistic, suburban utopia. Black belt, eagle scout, honor student since birth…his parents were a nurse and loyal EMS volunteer, and the entire family were upstanding, involved church-goers. They drove a mini-van.

…So one might see why I would be skeptical about this “relationship” progressing very far.

But with each day, then month, then year – I was flabbergasted at this point – things went well. Really well…. and it was just right.

Then one year turned into five, and shortly after that, Jared asked me another question. And I said yes. Again.
Happily, and a little older, a little wiser, with a little bit better idea of reality, and of commitment.

It was still right.

And so today, as I sit and play with our daughter, at our home, and I feel baby #2 kicking,  I smile and am extremely thankful for my hard-working, intelligent, patient, dedicated- albeit nerdy- husband.

I love you very much, Jared. Thanks for taking a chance on the biker girl/ghetto wannabe 11 years ago. Just for the record, being your wife and mother of your children is WAY better than being in a BET video.