My husband and I met in college - but we don't know when.
I threw grass at him to let him know I liked him.
He introduced me to some really great food. I had refused to eat Chinese food for so very long because of food poisoning in an egg roll from a convenience store. Thanks to my husband, I am a Hot & Sour Soup Lover. While in labor with my first, I was eating Hot & Sour soup and pacing.
When I'm in labor, my husband is my strength. He taught me the Hail Mary in Latin before I had our first child. He taught it to me in Greek for the second.
We have been married for almost six years and have already lived in two of the most expensive cities in the country - and he's a grad student! We lived in New York City for a year and now outside of Washington, DC.
On our first anniversary, we ate dinner at a place called Good Burger in Manhattan, where I thought I was in labor. That was the best burger ever. The milkshake. Oh. Yes.
We were both born in Texas. We both only applied to the school we ended up going to (and meeting at). We both considered applying to UChicago...and didn't.
I was a cradle Catholic, and he was confirmed a week before he proposed to me.
He proposed with a sonnet. He wrote it. And memorized it. And recited it. Where we had our first kiss.
It is dangerous for him to ask me to do anything...because I would be happy to pick up and drive across the country at the drop of a hat.
For our second anniversary, he took me on a shopping spree...for kitchen stuff! Oh, it was heaven.