My husband

I love him. I love him as a friend, a lover, a partner, a husband, and as the father of my children. He's an amazing man, but not just an amazing man, an amazing person.

I thought I'd known what love was, and thought I'd been in love before. I was wrong. After I fell in love with him (which took all of a couple weeks) I knew that I had never known what it was like to be in love. I knew that what I felt before was nothing more than mere infatuation and probably a bit of lust.

Our relationship has never been what you could call "conventional". We met on match.com and emailed back and forth for about a month before we had our first date. When we finally did have that date I knew it was the start of something. I knew because it was so easy to talk to him and even though we'd emailed for a month, we still had things we could talk about. Before the end of our first date he asked me out for a second date. At the end of our first date, we stood in the parking lot of Buca di Beppo awkwardly looking at one another, each unsure of how to end the date. Should we hug? kiss? what? Well, we just kind of said, "see you on Tuesday (it was Sunday)" and went our separate ways.

We emailed in between Sunday and Tuesday and before our second date he asked me out for a third. We ended up seeing each other all but two days that week (Monday and Wednesday). On Tuesday, for our second date, we went to R.T. O'Sullivan's to watch the All Star Game, which we didn't watch at all. We sat there the whole time talking and making goo goo eyes at each other. At the end of the date, he went to his car and brought me back "The Princess Bride", he remembered that I mentioned liking the movie and was lending me his copy of the book to read. Then he kissed me. It was like an electric shock when our lips touched and it zapped all the way down to my toes and back up again. It was wonderful!

On Thursday we went to The Fox & Hound and made out like teenagers (it was quite shameful really, but we didn't care), then he emailed me on Friday, asked if I'd like to go to the Highland Games in Flagstaff on Saturday, and invited me over to his house that night to watch the 30th Anniversary Edition of Blazing Saddles. Yeah, that didn't happen. Once again we made out like teenagers, this time on his couch, the whole time I'm half kicking myself and half patting myself on the back for not shaving my legs. At one point when we came up for air, he asked me if I'd be interested in staying over in Flagstaff. Of course I said yes, and vowed to shave my legs when I got home, if not early in the morning before he came to pick me up.

After that first week, we were inseparable. He left for Oregon for a conference and we emailed while he was gone (about a week) and during that time, I realized I was in love with him and decided I'd tell him when he returned. I did. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Anyway, he's away right now and I'm just feeling a bit nostalgic. I'll probably read through our old emails (yes we still have them...laugh all you want, but it's terribly romantic to me) before going to bed tonight.