15 and counting

I am a few days late on this post but what with all the enjoying summer going on around here, blogging has been scarce. Better late than never.

Every year Jay and I celebrate two anniversaries. One for our wedding anniversary on May 8th and the other for the anniversary of the day we began dating, not to be confused with the day we met. That day, what with the yawn and stretch move, did not go well.

No, it was about two weeks later to the best of our recollection. We were hanging out again with the same friends…his friend was a friend of a friend of mine… and this time we hit it off.

That day?

Was 15 (FIFTEEN) years ago – July 1st, 1993.

Now if that doesn’t make us feel old, I don’t know what does. I was 19 years old and Jay was 23. I thought 23 was so grown up when I met him, snicker, snicker. We were children.

But smart children. We knew we were made for each other; brought together by fate, luck or divine intervention. I happen to think it was the latter.

Sometimes we look back at all the events that led to our meeting and it’s astonishing that it even happened. One or two events omitted and we may not have ever crossed paths.

We both wonder what our lives would have been like without the other. It scares me.

Most of what is important in my life is because of Jay, because of us. And I am not talking tangible materialistic things. We have those too but those are not what I think about NOT being there if Jay were not in my life. No.

It’s his friendship, his support, his unconditional love, the two fabulous boys that our love has brought forth into the world.

Where would I be without these three men that mean the world to me?

I can’t even fathom. I don’t want to even consider it.

This week, to celebrate, Jay arranged for us to have a couple’s spa treatment. It was, as it always is, relaxing, wonderful and invigorating all rolled into one. After, we enjoyed a delicious lunch at a new Mexican restaurant. As we ate, I asked Jay if he could have imagined his life being anything like this 15 years ago.

“What? Eating Mexican food and loving it? No way,” was his response. He’s deep, my husband.

So much has changed, yet nothing has changed. We are still one. Two parts that individually are a fraction of what we are together. And we are more than we ever thought possible all those 15 years ago.

Back then we had nothing but dreams.

Now, we have everything we ever dreamed of.