The Slightly Abbreviated Story of Me and Mr. Wonderful!

I have a confession to make. My husband is THE BEST! Oh, you may think that you have the best husband in the world - but I know that I am married to Mr. Wonderful (who will now be lovingly referred to as MW from this point on)! In April we will have been married 14 years. I feel very proud to say that. Most marriages don't make it that long anymore. It's not work for us, though. It's relationship. We are very best friends and so much more. Now, don't get me wrong - he's not perfect. Neither am I. But...he's perfect for me. And after all of these years together we're more in love now than the day that we married.

Ours was a whirlwind romance that stirred the big turd up in the punch bowl, to put it mildly. We met one glorious October night at Meijer where we both worked. I worked in stationary. He worked in grocery. I was doing my shopping one night when it happened. Our eyes locked. He smiled up at me with those gorgeous green eyes and full, juicy lips. I swear I saw that certain glint that sparkles off of brilliantly white teeth, like in the movies. And I thought, "Ay chihuahua! Where have you been all my life?" or something really sophisticated like that. Actually, I remember making a mental note that I was DEFINITELY going to have to make it a point to meet this oh, so sexy, not your ordinary skanky grocery guy as he followed me to the next aisle. We formally met the next day and thereafter took every single break together for the next 3 months until he asked me out.

Our first date was on New Year's Eve. I still remember it so plainly. We were both in school at the time. He took me to The Olive Garden for dinner and then to a movie. We saw Dumb and Dumber. I thought that was a bold move since he really didn't know my sense of humor, yet. We laughed until both my stomach and my jaws ached. It's still one of his favorite movies. After watching it 248 times now - it doesn't quite affect me quite so much as it did that first 100 times. Anyhoo...after the movie the date didn't truly end. We spent the rest of the night together...at work. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER! We worked third shift. At the stroke of midnight on January 1, 1995 we managed sneak away from our respective departments long enough to say Happy New Year. He brought me a single red rose that night, and every night thereafter for quite some time.

After that we were inseparable. Our first kiss was on our third date. When I went home it took three hours for the butterflies in my stomach to fall asleep. I'm not joking. Talk about feeling like a giddy school girl!

Three months later we eloped. That's when the punch bowl was stirred. That didn't exactly make my parents very happy (I can't say that I blame them.) or a whole slew of other people for that matter. But...you can't change the past and I would still marry him all over again. I was absolutely, madly, crazy in love with MW. And I still am.

He is smart, sensitive, funny, romantic...The list could go on and on. He still brings me flowers for no reason at all. I often find little love notes tucked into my wallet. He calls me every day from work just to tell me he loves me. He ALWAYS opens my doors and has taught our son to do the same. He helps around the house.

Saturday morning when it was just the two of us in the early morning hours before the little guy woke up I told him I had a certain love song on my mind. He told me to put it in the CD player. Then he asked me to dance. And dance we did - breast to breast, just taking in each others scent in the living room at dawn, oblivious to the world around us. Aaah.

Fast forward to Saturday afternoon. I mentioned to MW that I felt like I was starting to look old. You know, getting those little lines around the eyes that never used to be there? I said, "Can you tell?" And the rest of the conversation went something like this:
MW. "Honestly?"
Me. "Yes."
MW. "Honestly. You don't look any different to me today than the day that I married you."
Me. "Aw. You're so sweet."
MW. "I'm being serious. To me, I see you just like you were when I married you. I love you."
Me. "I love you, too. I'm so glad you're my husband. There's nobody I'd rather grow old with."
MW. "Good. 'Cause you're stuck with me!"
And I could see the sincerity of his words in his eyes.

And finally, jump to last night. First, you must know that I have been EXTREMELY hormonal for the past few days. It hasn't been this bad since I was pregnant almost nine years ago. And, no, I'm not pregnant, if you're wondering - just seriously PMSing. I cried all day yesterday. After dinner I was literally sobbing. MW wants to know what's wrong, if he did something. "No. (sniff) You didn't do (sniff) anything. It's just my (sniff, sniff) hormones. There's nothing wrong (sniff, sniff, sniff) but I can't quit crying. (WAAAAAA!) I think I'm going to hang out in the bedroom for a while." He said, "Come on, I'll go with you." Then he took me to the bedroom and had me lay with my head on his chest while we watched a comedy and I had my cry out. Now, I told you he was wonderful, didn't I? He did, however, comment that if I have to end up going back on the pill to even out my hormones after he had a vasectomy - that was really gonna suck! LOL!

So, this Valentine's Day me and MW will have our date. I sooo look forward to our dates. Sometimes it's necessary to take off the Momma and the Poppa hats and just be a 'couple' again for a a few hours. But, this won't be the day that I'll be looking for flowers or jewelry. We choose to not to buy flowers when the prices are super inflated. If that happens to be your cup of tea, then, "Cheers!" But it will be a day that we remember just how blessed we are to be in each other's lives. And it will be a day that's special. Because, when you're married to MW, every day is special!

To all you other lovely ladies and your Mr. Wonderfuls out there in bloggy land - may every day be Valentine's Day!