Well ever since LC added the blog feature to their site I’ve been racking my brain to think of what my first entry would be about. Today I finally decided that I wanted to write this for my husband Scott. Today is our first wedding anniversary. We don’t have a lot of money so I thought perhaps a gift from my heart would be the best way to go. I find myself thinking throughout my day sometimes that I do not stop to thank him for all the small things he does for me every day. So I thought I’d take this time to tell anyone who’d like to know just how much I love him and why.
We met at an event called Pagan Night Out. Ironically enough neither he nor I are pagan. We are just both very open minded and have an appreciation for other’s beliefs- well that and our married friends both dragged us there to meet someone. It took Scott over a month to actually ask me out. He was adorable when he finally got the guts up to ask me out. Apparently, he was not expecting me to say yes so it actually took a second to sink in that I had not turned him down.
On our first date he programmed my name into his phone so he would not forget it during the date. He spent hours doing research on the internet to impress me with the Greco-Roman mythology behind my email address at the time. Scott claims he quickly changed the subject once he realized I had actually majored in classics in college so not only did I know the myth… chances are I had to translate it at some point.
I knew this was not the typical guy when on our second date he made cocktails. I was so impressed. To many of you on here that may sound small or silly. I was not used to men making a huge fuss over me. They guy I dated before Scott defined a good date as dinner at the food court and then 2 hours at the hourly motel near my house (and this was a law student guys…) I just remember sitting on his couch sipping that drink switching between thoughts of “is he trying to get me drunk to score” and “wow this is so classy”. Scott always found an interesting way to take me out on dates. I never knew what to expect. Some days it was a bunch of wild flowers and a drive to Galveston, other times it was a special dinner he made for me himself.
Our first special dinner was pretty amusing. He asked me to come over to his apartment so he could cook me dinner. I called my friends freaking out saying “well it’s the 3rd date and its at his house.. you know that means he wants to fuck me”. Ironically Scott actually was just a nice guy making me dinner. He told me later “well as a guy sure I had hoped you’d fuck me but I did not expect it”. He made the most romantic dessert for me that night. It was a chocolate shell mixed with Amaretto, ice cream and a few other goodies. The special thing about it was that he had taken wild flowers and placed them in a circle around the plate. After I saw that well there was little question in my mind HE was DEFINITELY GETTING SOME. I am quite proud that the first time we slept together the sex got so wild and exciting the bed frame actually broke. WOO HOO… always good to know you are that good in bed. (lol)
The two of us were engaged for over two and a half years before we finally tied the knot. We were so lucky compared to most couples we saw planning their weddings. Scott and I managed to have little to no fights about the wedding and we pretty much made all the decisions 50/50. I even let him have a Darth Vader cake at the wedding (groom’s cake though not main wedding cake). He even found a way to make my wedding ring extra special. He redesigned his great-great- grandmother’s ring. Apparently her husband worked in a mine to save up enough to buy her the ring. I think it is a sign of good luck to know that the ring I wear has been held onto by couples who stayed happily married their entire lives.
He is amazing at finding things I can’t seem to locate. For example I always wanted a copy of Night of the Lepus. At the time this movie was not released for sale (it’s a very bad 70’s b- horror film about giant rabbits) He spent 2 ½ months tracking a copy down for me. Poor guy, he waited in deep south San Antonio early in the morning for 2 hours waiting on a video store to open up for him.
Scott is very open minded. He does not judge people I spend time with. He does not mind me exploring alternative sides of my sexuality. He encourages it as long as it makes me happy and is not something that would come between the two of us. How many women can honestly say “ my husband knows I used to be a stripper and I pose nude for magazines, art classes, and private collectors?” I am guessing they are few and far between.
He is wonderful for remembering all the little things. He actually listens to me. If I am having a bad day he’ll spray our sheets down in the bedroom with rose oils since its not only my favorite scent but also one I find relaxing. He takes me to see Tori Amos multiple times on a tour. This on its own speaks volumes that he loves me. He lets me listen to her music for hours on end if I am having a particularly emotional day. During my studying for the bar exam poor guy literally heard nothing but her music. He never once complained or lost patience with me. He never forgets to give me a compliment. He puts up with me and my many mood swings. (even if its me yelling at him for something absurd like how often we need to wash the comforter) He calls me every day from work even if its just for two minutes to tell me how much he loves me. He puts up with all my crazy friends as well as my pet rabbits (aka destruco- bunnies).
I can literally go on and on about all those little things but I don’t want to make any readers on here gag on the romantic sentiment. However I think I will sum it up by saying thank you Scott for giving me back my faith in love. Before I met him I was quite cynical about relationships, feelings, the whole nine yards. To quote my hero Tori “the sexiest thing is trust”. I thank God and the fates every day that my path has crossed his. Happy Anniversary sweetie. I love you with all my heart.
