I know that tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo and that as a food blogger I’m supposed to post a margarita recipe or some tacos or some other Cinco de Mayo themed recipe. But there’s another day that means much more to me than Cinco de Mayo, and that’s cuatro de mayo. No, the fourth of May is not special to me because it’s Star Wars Day, although I do love Star Wars. May fourth is special to me because it’s the day that I married my very best friend three years ago.
So because it’s my anniversary, instead of sharing a recipe with you this week, I thought I’d share a little about our love story…
I was 15 years old and living in southern California, and he was 16 and living in Washington. We were introduced by my cousin and his best friend, and after hanging out the entire time I spent visiting family in Washington, he asked me to be his girlfriend. We did the long distance thing throughout high school and his first year of college until I joined him at school. Some people may think it’s lame to date your high school boyfriend while you’re in college because you’re supposed to date around and find yourself and all that jazz, but I’m clearly not one to do what I’m supposed to. And obviously it worked for us because two years later, he proposed to me in a park on Puget Sound with Mount Rainier in the background.
It was always our intention to have the traditional big wedding with all our friends and family there, but even before he was officially in the army, the army got in the way of our plans. You see, he was in ROTC at the time so we knew he would be commissioning when he graduated. However, we did not know when he would have to leave for Basic Officer Leadership Course or where he would be going or when he would be done. So we couldn’t exactly plan a wedding having no idea when the groom would actually be available to get married.
A little over a month before we were set to graduate, I went to New York City for a conference. While I was there, I found out the job I had lined up for the summer in my hometown fell through. When I told him, he suggested that we get married over graduation weekend when our families were already in town so I could move to Georgia with him when he left for training right after graduation. Although this would mean a small courthouse wedding, instead of the rustic outdoor wedding I had envisioned (thanks to Pinterest, of course), I couldn’t say no to that.
The week of our wedding was crazy. The day before our wedding, I took my last final exam while he was at our duplex helping the movers pack up all of our stuff to get shipped off to Fort Benning, Georgia. His parents had gotten into town the night before, and the rest of our families, including both of our best friends arrived later that evening. It was not your typical day before the wedding/rehearsal dinner type of thing but it was totally perfect.
Our wedding took place on a Friday morning at Pullman City Hall in a random meeting room with maps of the city on the walls and a mess of chairs all over the place. We were married in front of our family and friends by a retired judge who, at the end of the ceremony, played I Love You for Sentimental Reasons by Nat King Cole on the trombone while we danced. It may not have been the wedding I had pictured when we first got engaged, but it was more than I ever could have imagined. Jared was commissioned as an officer in the US Army later that afternoon and we spent the evening celebrating all that had happened that day over an amazing dinner and gluten free cupcakes. We graduated from college the next morning, and left for our first duty station two days later.
Now, for the first time since we got married, he is not deployed or in the field training and we get to spend our first anniversary together. We celebrated over the weekend with an amazing couple of days in San Antonio. We went to the Alamo…
explored the Riverwalk…
ate an amazing dinner…
…stayed the night in a haunted hotel, had the best cup of coffee ever, and spent the day milling around Sea World.
Although the army ruined my wedding plans, it also gave me the most memorable weekend of my life with the people I love most in which I got to marry my favorite guy. And even though the army took my husband away from me for our first two wedding anniversaries, I appreciate my time spent with him this anniversary that much more. This is not the life I ever pictured for myself, but I am so unbelievably happy with how things worked out and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I hope you enjoyed my little walk down memory lane with our wedding story. And if not, I’ll be back next week with a recipe or some other health related post. I promise 😉
In vibrant health,