Today is my 26th wedding anniversary. K and I have now been married for over half my life.
When we first met, it was on vacation. I was in Virginia Beach with my college roommate L, and K was visiting his cousin who was in the navy at that time.
It was absolute fate that we met. L and I were in a souvenir shop, looking at hoodies and such, and K walks in. We spent the next 20 minutes making excuses to stay in the shop. I ended up buying a pair of plaid boxer shorts with embroidered “Virginia Beach” on the leg, and finally walked out.
About 10 seconds later, K hurried out the door and caught up to us, inviting us to a corner outdoor restaurant for lunch. Although we had just eaten, I elbowed L not-so-discreetly and a little too enthusiastically said “sure!”.
In front of us was a cute outdoor pub called “Abbey Road” and we grabbed a table for three.
It was the beginning of a conversation during which we discovered a lot of coincidences.
* The fact that both of us were there in VA Beach by accident.
* The fact that we both originally were supposed to be in DC.
* When K offered to order drinks, he asked for Long Island Iced Teas, which at the time was my favorite cocktail.
…And so many more little things that collectively should have otherwise been a giant neon sign with arrows pointing to our table.
I can’t tell you how long we were sitting there. Long enough to have a few drinks and pretend to eat the nachos we ordered. It was March, and the sun was still setting earlier than later.
As dusk approached, L and I finally decided to take our leave. K asked for our hotel phone number. I gave it to him, and we met up with him and his friends the following couple of nights to hit up a comedy club and various social establishments.
From a Different World
K was so different from anyone I had ever met before. First, he was from the south. He had an accent, and was a true southern gentleman.
I was from southern New England, and had only dated people from pretty much the CT/NY/NJ tri-state area. K’s family lived in Arkansas, and at the time, he attended school in Missouri. He grew up moving frequently before he graduated high school, whereas I had never lived out of my home state.
The Next Steps
After saying goodbye a few days after meeting and hanging out, my roommate and I drove the back up the coast to CT. Imagine my surprise when my phone rang that evening and K was calling from the plane.
“I just had to talk to you” he said.
That phone call was the first of nightly calls for the next 6 weeks. This was back when long distance calls cost extra, but you got a discount after 9 or 10 pm. We typically spent a good 3-4 hours on the phone nightly.
After the first month, we tried to cut back because we both got hit with massive phone bills, but we couldn’t stay away. In the meantime, K had sent me a care package with some fun stuff from Arkansas and also a special gift.
Though it didn’t seem logical, we were falling in love over the phone and letters. Oh, the letters! I’d write them during class, in between my school newspaper assignments, homework, etc. Practically every day, my mailbox would contain an envelope from Missouri.
Fast forward from the day we met to sometime in May – K was moving to CT. He had already been looking to transfer to a school with a good program for his major, and my school happened to be on the short list, amazingly.
Life Was Moving Quickly
That summer, K moved, transferred his credits, and found a job and apartment. With school, work, and dealingg with a major abdominal surgery (for me), life was busy.
K proposed to me on Christmas eve, almost exactly 9 months after the day we met. he had driving in a blizzard to meet up with my dad to get his permission first.
We got married on a crisp autumn day in mid-October. The changing leaves were still on the trees and cascaded over our day like cherry blossoms in the spring.
K knew about my Cystic Fibrosis, and yet he still pursued our relationship. Contrary to my lifelong fear that I’d share with my mom that “nobody would want me because of my illness”, here was an incredible man with talent, ambition, and above all, love, standing in front of me, pledging his devotion.
Half of My Life
I have now been married half my life to the living embodiment of my perfect half. We have been through a lot, and we always manage to find the joys behind even the toughest moments. Love like that is more than I could have ever expected, and I am truly humbled to be called his wife.
I am so thankful for the love we share, and for every moment that has led to today.