Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Eleven Years Ago...

...last week, I came home from a long evening of studying for my "Air Defense" exam at the Surface Warfare Officers School in Newport, and faced up to that which I was not willing to for the previous three months.

That I was completely in love with the young woman who had left her home in Australia on a visa-waiver and a prayer to see if there was "anything there" between herself and a young Navy officer.

So, with less than a week left before she needed to depart the United States, I proposed. In bed. Okay, I think the actual words were "well, we could get married". Shocked discussion ensued, interspersed with the occasional trip to the living-room bar for slugs of Jose Cuervo, and within a day or so we had the ball rolling...immigration attourney, marriage license, appointment at the J-O-P.

And eleven years ago today, at about 0945, I finished up my exam, picked up Sarah, went to a J-O-P and we got married. It was, by far, the smartest thing I have ever done.

Eleven years, four children and six moves later, I stand by that assessment.
Now there's a lot more to the story...mostly about how I was a jackass who was resisting the whole way, and other stupid things I did, and Sar tells the story better than I do.

Happy Anniversary, Honey!

Love,
Me
xoxo

3 comments:

Dr. Momentum said...

Note to self: Sit Sarah down with her choice of beverage for her side of the story.

Sarah, we're so glad to have you in our extended family!

briwei said...

Knowing you as long as I have, I completely agree. That is the smartest move you ever made. Well done!

And I agree with Dr. M, I want to hear her side! Perhaps she needs a blog. ;)

B.O.B.(bob) said...

Wow, 11 years huh? Congrats.