Today is Keith and my 6th year wedding anniversary. Keith says that it has gone by so fast, but I cannot remember my life before meeting him so it seems like forever ago. For those of you that do not know “our story”, here is the short version….
June of ‘02 I go into Nordstrom on my lunch break to buy some makeup. There is nobody at the counter and this hot guy (who I immediately thought was gay due to the fact that he was very well dressed, very good looking and worked at Nordstrom) walked by and asked if he could help me. We chatted for awhile, I gave him my business card, we talked about hanging out again and I went on my way.
6 months later I go to a Christmas party and in walks the hottie from Nordstom and I quickly notice that he is definitely not gay and that I definitely need to make sure I talk to him before the night is over. So me, being me, walked straight over to him and asked him if he remembered me. He did. We tried to salsa dance all night and I left him with my digits.
Within 3 days and two dates later, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was the guy I was going to spend my life with. Thank goodness he fell for me quickly as well and we were engaged within 2 weeks and got married 6 months later. People cannot believe that it all happened so fast, and quite frankly neither can I, but I am so glad that it did so that he didn’t have a chance to change his mind!
6 years later I can honestly say that I have never once regretted my decision to marry Keith, and I really do love him more everyday. I could go on for 5 paragraphs about all the things I love about him, but the thing I love about him most is the fact that he loves me with all of his heart and he shows me how much he loves me every single day. There has never been a day that he does not kiss me before he leaves for work, or hug me when he walks through the door. He always tells me that he thinks I’m hot, or that he likes my outfit, or that my makeup looks good today. He brings home flowers for no reason and sends me text messages to let me know he is thinking about me while he is at work. He never complains about my bad shopping habit, and loves for me to do things for myself. He is selfless and giving and I do not deserve him.
He asks me questions all the time like, “Would you still love me if I wore Dockers? Would you still love me if I were fat? Would you still love me if I wore my hair slicked back? Would you still love me if I wore Tommy Bahama shirts? Will you still love me when I am all shriveled up and cannot hear anymore?”
The answer is yes, I would still love him, but I would never take him out in public.
Happy Anniversary, Babe!
Really? What if he wore dockers, was fat, and had his hair slicked back? You would still love him? I bed you’d be done having kids with him at least…