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.
This is awesome. You are awesome. I just love reading about you, and I’m so happy that you have found your soul mate. Its just the greatest isn’t it!?
I had a dream about 2 weeks ago that you had a little girl, so I love reading you want to have children
Beautiful love story Megan. So happy for the two of you. Keep the love growing. Don’t be delusional about the kids doing the chores. That works only for a short time between when they can tie their shoes and they get the car keys
Happy #2! Love, Aunt Debbie
To my AWESOME!!!! sister and the BEST brother-in-law a girl could ask for. You two look like Bella and Edward in that first picture
. I’m so happy to see how your love continues to grow!!! You are both so full of life and I know what GREAT parents you will be, but there will be an AUNT AMY who will spoil them rotten and then be gracious to give them back to you 
. Speaking of chores…yea…that won’t happen. I do remember someone who LOVED to make a mess but didn’t like cleaning up—under the bed, in the closet, under the couch were some wonderful hiding places. 2 down and an infinity more to go!!! Keep smiling!!!