This week’s challenge is Artistic Candy. It’s almost Valentine’s Day, and it’s also my husband’s 42nd birthday. Last year at this time I was throwing up in a plastic bin at a hospital after my hysterectomy. Our birthday celebrations on his birthday has been spotty. Of the 25+ years we have been dating and/or married, we have been together on my husband’s birthday a handful of times. I think I can count on one hand when we were under the same roof.
Anyway, we met in 1991. I had started running track at the insistence of my Life Studies teacher (I think that’s what it was called, I don’t remember for sure). I decided to go to an indoor meet, because being the social butterfly that I am, I had nothing better to do. It turns out my husband didn’t have anything better to do either– he missed his race. We talked all night. He drove me home. We flirted a ton. He even dated another girl. But we always came back to each other.
We started to date on August 29th, 1992. Every month, he would send me a rose for every month we were dating. He even managed to send 24 roses on our 2 year anniversary in the middle of August while he was at basic training at the Air Force Academy. We dated long distance, before the internet, before cell phones, and before technology. Most communication was done via letters.
In March of 1995, he proposed, and I accepted. We were engaged just over a year, and were married June 13th, 1997. As many military couples do, we spent most of our first several years of marriage living in different homes, different zip codes. I remember being told by my flight commander that we were better off divorced, but we stuck through that. We have stuck together through 13 PCS moves, 4 deployments (2 combat deployments), a child with autism, the death of his step-father, the death of my father, a grand total of 4 years of separation (not related to deployments), a child with significant developmental delays, and now cancer.
We are separated yet again… But we are always and forever together.