Our wedding anniversary was about 3 weeks ago and I've been thinking a lot about our marriage. We celebrated our anniversary in El Paso by going to a movie by ourselves. We picked a pretty sad movie but it was fun to be with my husband. We saw
Seven Pounds and I'm not really sure if I liked it or not. It made me cry though, but I probably won't ever see it again. Anyway, I'm digressing. I really am blessed with a wonderful husband and sometimes I still can't believe that we found each other. I met him over 11 years ago and I remember, like it was yesterday, the day I met him. I knew I could love him the minute I started talking to him. This post is a tribute to him and our eight years of marriage. I've been thinking about each year and I'm going to write about the most romantic thing that I remember him doing that year. We were married on December 23, 2000, one of the happiest days of my life. And for some weird reason I didn't even cry that day. I guess it meant I was too happy to cry.
2001 - Our first year of marriage, I worked as a 4th grade teacher and Ruben was going to school, but he also held a part time job. He worked at Applebee's and would get off pretty late. I couldn't really go to sleep because I was afraid to be alone, especially after watching the
X-Files and so I would be awake when he got off of work. But he was so protective of me, that he would not let me pick him up and would walk from Applebee's to our apartment. He'd rather walk the 1/2 mile at night than want me to go out and get him. I remember that so vividly because it was a small gesture to him, but to me it was such a token of love. I realized how much he really loved me and when he would walk through our door, my heart would melt and eternity seemed to short a time to be with him.
2002 - This was the year that I was pregnant with Wendi, and it was a nightmare. For almost six months we were scared and in and out of hospitals and pretty much in fear of losing our little girl. I don't take pain or hospital stays very well. In fact, I'm a huge pain and quite a wimp. Well, I had to spend about 7 weeks in the hospital without ever getting out and although my husband was going to school full time and had an internship, he never slept at home. He slept night after night by my side on an uncomfortable fold-up bed. He never even thought about sleeping at home.
2003- I was still working full-time and Ruben was getting ready to graduate. We rented a huge house right before I had Wendi and I remember it was very dirty and kind of gross. Well, my husband cleaned every corner of that house by himself so that his wife and little girl could have a nice place to live. It must have taken him three full days.
2004 - Ruben graduated and got a job in Rochester, NY. Moving to New York was quite an adjustment. He also traveled a lot and because Wendi was still little, we were able to travel along with him which meant going to amazing cities all over the East Coast, which was fun, but what I remember the most, was that for Valentine's Day this year, he asked our dear friends, the Jensens, to watch Wendi and he took me to a dinner and a concert. It was so amazing. The gentleman giving the concert was a graduate of the Eastman School of Music and we sat with some really fun, really rich people. I felt so glamorous.
2005 - Because Ruben traveled so much, he had tons of points on his credit card so this year, he made one of my dreams come true and on a trip to NYC, we stayed at the Marriott Marquis on one of the highest floors, smack-dab in the middle of Times Square. Wow!! He also, set up a wonderful trip to Niagara Falls where we were treated like royalty at some fancy hotel there. He was so happy to treat us like queens.
2006 - Diego was born this year and he once again showed what a great father he is. This is also the year that we moved back to Texas and he found us our first home all on his own. While me and the kids stayed at my mom's house in El Paso. He once again cleaned it thoroughly and even unpacked most of our stuff. He is such a hard worker.
2007 - This year my dear husband started doing one of my most favorite things. He would bring me beautiful flowers for no special reason. He would bring them just because. I love flowers and he always picks the best ones. I feel so special when he does this. :)
2008 - This last year went by so fast, but this year he took me to the most wondeful opera,
Turandot. He got great seats and tolerated the whole thing just because he knows it is my favorite thing in the world.
There are many romantic things that he has done and I could write forever, but my most favorite thing is to watch him with our children. He becomes a child himself and invites them into wonderful worlds of make-believe and fun. Now, I know some of you are probably gagging by now. I'm not saying he or I are perfect. I'm not saying we have a perfect marriage with no problems. I'm not saying we don't get on each other's nerves sometimes and disagree. All I am saying is that he is great. And every once in a while we need to tell each other that. If you've read this far down. Thanks! But I understand if you stopped a long time ago. This was mostly for him anyway. Thanks for being tolerant. :)
He not only makes my dreams come true, he is my dream come true.
Happy Anniversary, My Dear!!!!