Today’s Valentine’s Day, which never really meant much to me until a couple years ago, when I married my best friend. Now it’s kinda sorta special and stuff…
You’ve probably heard a thing or two about Jared in my previous posts: he’s my totally rad roommate, who always cleans the toilet and gives the world’s best bear hugs and runs or spectates at the bazillion-gajillion races I run!
I most often refer to him as hub, hubs or hubby, bubs, bubsie, J, Jarebear, Jerry, kitty, worm (he gave himself that one), and monkey, though I’m pretty sure he’s mostly human…
We met at Miami University (of Ohio!), during my senior year, when I was blonde and he was Casper…
I wasn’t looking for anything serious, so naturally, we were immediately, seriously, and hilariously in love.
We obviously take ourselves very, very seriously…
In 2007, Miami finally issued Jared a dipolma and he shipped off to work on a cruise ship as a “professional” a cappella singer. I swear I’m not making this up! I put “professional” in quotes because it was basically the most ridiculously fun, awesome “job” ever. He got paid to sail around the world with his closest buddies, singing for guests and livin’ the dream.
I missed him yadda yadda yadda, BUT I got to visit him in the Mediterranean, Caribbean, and Alaska, which was so unforgettably awesome-sauce. And in 2008, we settled down in Phoenix, got engaged and adopted a ginormous bloodhound (who’s the other love of my life).
2009 was an equally eventful year, as we relocated to San Diego, started new jobs, ran our first marathon and dove into wedding planning.
On Valentine’s Day, 2010, we got married in a shoes-optional-ceremony on the beach in Carlsbad, surrounded by our closest friends and family. And soon after, we were double-fisting cupcakes and Jersey-style fist-pumping our way through our reception. The next morning, we jetted off to Maui for our honeymoon oh-my-goonies-we’re-really-married week-long party.
Now, we’re just a couple of old married farts. Okay, not really. I’m the old one and he’s the fart. We’re living out our happily-ever-after by adding to our ridiculously long list of nicknames for each other, running as many races as we can fit into our schedules as I can trick him into registering for… and being our eternally silly-billy selves.
We are sooo looking forward to having children so we can pawn off the chores on them. Housework totally cramps our fun-loving style.
I never imagined it possible for two people to have so much laughter in their lives, but I’m loving every moment and every laugh line.
Happy Anniversary, monk.
You’re We’re totally ridiculous.