In 2009 I met this guy:
We said our hello’s and parted ways for about a year. Then he came dressed in drag to a halloween party I was reluctantly hosting. After that we were texting all the time (someone had to give him tips on how to get off nail polish residue off) and then after that we went on a first date. We closed the restaurant down. I couldn’t tell you what I had (okay maybe but only because I always get the same thing at the Olive Garden) but I can tell you during that date I knew. Turns out, He Knew too.
We dated intensely for a few months. We went through a crap ton of problems (induced by yours truly) and came through still holding hands and still in love. He saw me for who I really was/am and for that he will always be the Most-Amazing-Man-I’ve-Ever-Met.
I took a very important bath on August 01, 2010. It was the first formal step in a journey that had been brewing since my mom gave me The Diary of Anne Frank for Christmas in 1990. Husband gave me a lovely ring with an even more lovely promise the day before I dunked. “I want you to know that I am giving this to you not because you are converting, but because you are who you are.” He. Is. Wonderful.
My family supported me and joined me at the Mikveh. I dipped in with my purple flowered toes (a gift from my fabulous MIL), the diamond ring I have always pilfered from my own mom, and my very own sparkly given to me 18 hours prior. It was an incredible day and three years later I know I am beyond blessed to have taken those 7 official steps with my family right there with me.
In January of 2011 Husband (then Fiancé) and I moved to San Antonio for our first Military adventure together. It was a tough five months where I spent countless hours studying behavioral health, but I like to think we made it through stronger.
We settled in the Land of 10,000 Lakes and finished planning our wedding. I worked at a crisis home for adults with mental illness and looked for a new unit.
In September 2011 we said “I do” under an amazing blue sky and chuppah surrounded once again by our fabulous families.
We celebrated the start of our fairy tale with some dancing, cake and a trip to Hawaii.
We settled back into real life nicely. We found an apartment, Husband went back to work, I quit my job and signed up for classes (*sigh* prerequisites) having finally figured out what direction I wanted to go. It was fantastic. Perhaps most importantly in this time we decided to rescue a dog.
Gracie Lou Freebush.
It took her a little while to figure out how to be a dog. To play. To not cower when we called her name. She has adjusted remarkably well to the “good life” with us. She is loved and spoiled and treated as a dog should be.
10 months into our stint as newlyweds, just after buying our first house, Uncle Sam came back into our lives with a new opportunity/request/demand and once again we found ourselves settling into San Antonio. We spent our time avoiding the heat, studying for what felt like days on end and doing a few cool things here and there.
Now we find ourselves on the West Coast, waiting for this next phase to end.
Life’s been good to us so far. Stay tuned for more of our adventures!