The story of us…

Family day at the coast, 2009.

Family day at the coast, 2009.

I can’t believe that it’s been EIGHT years that Mister and I started dating. It seems like just yesterday he was trying to get my number, and now here we are eight years and a different state (literally) later. It has been the best eight years of my life, no matter the up’s and down’s I wouldn’t take any of it back. Okay, well maybe there’s a few things I would take back. That awful attempt at beef stroganoff that one time, I would take that back. But thanks for eating it anyway. Note to girls (and guys): If your loved one will still eat an inedible meal that you made for them, just marry them.


Anyway, I digress. I promised you our story so here it goes:

When the two of us met I was unavailable for dating, off the market so to speak. I worked as a teller at a community bank in northern Idaho and he was a customer. I still remember the first time I helped him, he had to spell out his name for me and referenced one of my favorite childhood books as his spelling. He was just adorable and funny, always trying to make me laugh, such a flirt! Over the next year he would come in and we would chat. He seemed to lose his debit card a lot, which meant that we had to re-order him a new one at least once a month. Let me tell you, he was not giving off the most responsible vibe, if you know what I mean.

Ah, old pictures. Remember when the date was permanently etched in there?

Ah, old pictures. Remember when the date was permanently etched in there?

After much work on his part and some pretty big life changes on mine I was back on the market! It was summer and I was single and ready to mingle! One day he came into the bank and I overheard him say to a fellow teller that he was planning on moving to Portland for school. When he was done he came over to say hello and I mentioned how unfair it was that I was finally able to date and he was moving away. He mentioned that he was going to culinary school, so obviously I said he should make me dinner before he left. He gave me his number but didn’t ask for mine so of course, I didn’t call him. I thought if he was so interested he would have asked for my number, right?

About a week later he came in and was talking to the teller next to me and mentioned that he had given me his number and I had never called. The woman, who was like the head Momma at the bank, turned to me and said, “There’s no reason not to call him.” This juicy gossip circulated around that I had this guys number and hadn’t called him. My manager told me that if I didn’t use his number to give it to her for her daughter, she needed a nice guy.

So of course, I didn’t call him.

Baseball game, 2009.

Baseball game, 2009.

Yeah I made him wait two weeks before I called him. And when I did finally call him I only apologized for not calling earlier. He acted like he didn’t care, like it was no big deal. I for sure thought that the ship had sailed and I prepared to hand over the golden number to my boss for her daughter.

The next day he was in the bank. Ordering a new debit card.

He looked a little more polished than usual, like he hadn’t just gotten off work, but had put a clean shirt on and done up his hair. It was adorable. He asked me to join him at some bar that night for a party for one of his friends. I acted like it was no big deal, like maybe I had plans, we’d see. It was a school night and I had to work early the next day.

So of course, I dragged my only single friend out at 9:00 that night and made her come with me to the bar.

And the rest, as they say…is history.

Five years! 2010.

Five years! 2010.

A week later he was helping me move into a new apartment, a month later we were dreaming about running away together. Six months later he was moving me out of my scary apartment and into his house, where I found a drawer full of debit cards that weren’t activated. He had figured out that it took longer to order a new card, so he just kept ordering them so he could talk to me. Of course, I was positively oblivious.

We spent our first anniversary eating Mac & Cheese and Corn Dogs off of boxes in our first apartment here in Eugene. It was a whirlwind romance and I’m sure there are many times that my friends and family had to bite their tongues when I would tell them that I was moving to a new state with this boy I had been dating for less than a year.

Our first 4th of July, a week after we moved to Eugene.

Our first 4th of July, a week after we moved to Eugene.

I had found what I was looking for and I knew that this was the guy that I would marry and make a life with. It’s been a wild ride, these last eight years. Through all the ups and downs we’ve never left each other’s side. He’s my best friend and I know that no matter what life throws at us we’ll help each other get through it. And let me tell you, life has thrown us plenty of curveballs in the last eight years. Now we just look back at those times and laugh because we remember the good parts and shake our heads at the parts that caused any pain.


Next year we get married and I’m so excited that I finally get to call him my husband. We’re one of the last couples in our group of friends to get married, and one of the longest relationships of all our friends. I think everything happens in its own time, and next year will be perfect for a wedding.

Now I have to go find some tissues, have a great weekend everyone!



3 thoughts on “The story of us…

  1. What a great story!! I love him and I haven’t even met him yet. I love that he “wooed” you for over a year and never gave up before your other situation ended, love that he kept the cards, love the pictures, and love that you told this in your blog. What a special treat for your children to one day read….how mommy and daddy found each other. Your’s will be a marriage that will last your lifetimes! I also love that you keep moving forward, but have a relaxed certainty that things will work out in the proper time. That’s why I think your wedding will be perfect!

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