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Anniversary



Today is our 23rd anniversary!

The story of how hubby and I met is a little strange. (Fitting, since hubby and I are a little strange!)

It was March of 1984. I was less than a year out of college and living in the Boston 'burbs, and my plans for a weekend movie get-together had fallen through. So I called a friend in Boston and asked what she was up to; she said her boyfriend and some of his friends were in Cambridge to play in the Harvard Open chess tournament. We arranged for me to come to town and meet them all for Chinese dinner.

At the time, I didn't know she and her boyfriend had long been cooking up a plan to set me up with his friend!

I met my hubby in Cambridge over a chessboard.

Later, we all went out to a restaurant called Aku-Aku -- long gone now, sadly -- and talked and bonded over shared food and rum cups. Then we all went back to my friend's dorm room and stayed overnight.

By the next day I was one smitten kitten.

Since I needed a ride home, my friend asked my future hubby if she could borrow his car and drive me back; he gave her the keys.

The part where she drove up my parents' driveway and dropped me off went fine.

The part where she backed his car down their driveway and I heard a loud scraping sound didn't. (In defense of her driving, my parents' driveway is pretty steep.)

I was certain the man would never speak to me again.

I'm glad to say I was wrong; our budding relationship -- and the car -- survived and thrived. He called me for a date on Super Tuesday, and we dated for the rest of the year before he proposed. During those months, his dad died of cancer, so as a couple we began to experience the "for better and for worse."

We married July 20, 1985, in a Saturday-afternoon chapel ceremony in a non-air-conditioned church. The friends who introduced us were the maid of honor and best man -- and they'll never let us forget their main memory of the wedding ceremony: looking at the drops of sweat dripping down each other's faces!

Oh, and the sermon about the "translucent clothing of love." As you can imagine, their interpretations were a little fresh.

Hubby and I honeymooned in Rockport, Mass., then had to go back to work. Within six months, he had gotten a job in Pennsylvania and we had moved to a new state and a new life.

Hard to believe it has been 23 years! Now we have a house, a 16-year-old son entering eleventh grade, and a long history and many memories together.

Happy anniversary, hubby!

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(Anonymous)
Jul. 20th, 2008 05:00 am (UTC)
Happy anniversary, and here's hoping for another wonderful 23 years for you and your husband!!

-Lori
(Anonymous)
Jul. 20th, 2008 06:26 pm (UTC)
Congratulations!!!! How sweet!! Enjoy!! Elise
cogitationitis
Jul. 21st, 2008 03:05 am (UTC)
I seriously do not recall damaging Steve's car. Or was that Greenberg? At any rate, anyone who lends me their car hasn't seen me drive.

It is hard to believe it's been so long...
(Anonymous)
Jul. 21st, 2008 02:01 pm (UTC)
Happy Anniversary. What a great story!


Teri
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