I met the boy who would be my husband. He was silent, wearing a baseball cap and eating Subway sitting on a bed in my guy friends' dorm room. The guys were about to go to an Aerosmith concert, some friends and I were there to borrow a movie. Jacob barely glanced at me. And he has no memory of this meeting. So romantic.
But we are even because two months later he claims to have danced with me at an A.L.A.S. barn party. I have no memory of this.
And here we are now, raising three boys in the Frozen Tundra, grateful we met about four times for us to finally click. We are no Bella and Edward but whatevs. Love is romantic even if it comes about after wondering who the strange guy eating apple pie in front of your closet is :)
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Awww, that's sweet. And it's pretty common for each spouse to either have no memory of things that the other remembers fondly, or to remember it entirely differently!
I'm glad you've been able to tolerate our crazy family. You are a gem of an addition, and we love you lots.
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