7 years

My husband and I have been married 7 years. That is a mighty long time. It also means I have had the song 7 years by the Hi-Fives stuck in my head all morning. I would post a bunch of wedding pictures, but I respect the wishes of my husband to not have his cute face plastered all over this here blog. So… What to do? How about a cute picture of me and a repost of one of my most favorite posts.

Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe*

The first time I ever saw my husband, he was running down a ramp, red curls bouncing. I probably knew I loved him then. His sister was in my second grade class. We went to the same church. His best friend lived up the street from me. His mom was my dad’s travel agent. Our lives were intertwined. If life were a sappy movie, we would have become sweethearts for life right then.

The second time I “met” my husband was in high school. He was on the cross country team with my best friend. They started dating, the typical sophomore-senior pairing. I assumed it wouldn’t last. I misguidedly developed a huge crush on him. Their relationship lasted through 2 more of my high school years, despite him leaving town for college. Much to my dismay, after my best friend and I ended up at the same university, their relationship lasted through the dorms. And then lasted well into our second year of college, when we were roommates. I had a crush on him the whole time, but it faded and I had gone through a series of boyfriends since college. They broke up and it wasn’t pretty. If life were a romantic comedy, I would have swooped in and snapped him up then.

The third time I “met” my husband was so random it was a screenwriter’s dream. I went to lunch 15 minutes later than I normally did, and I normally went to lunch at 1130 on the dot, walked out the back door of the hospital and he was walking in. We talked for a minute, it had been about 10 years since we’d seen each other, exchanged numbers and went on my way. And then he called. We started hanging out as friends, meeting for coffee, walking downtown, getting accosted by a sheriff deputy while innocently parked at the beach.

After a few months of flirting my ass off, unaware that the entire time we had been hanging out he had a girlfriend, he finally broke up with her and we started officially dating. We started dating in February 2004, not long after I had declared the Year of Amy. We dated for 3 weeks and he proposed. We were engaged for 4 months and we got married. When we had been married for 5 years, we had a baby. Last weekend, we took Spencer to our old elementary school to play. I watched my son and husband run down and up and down and up that very same ramp.

If life were a movie, it would fade out on this.

And since I never explained the title, here’s a link.

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10 Responses to “7 years”

  1. Suzanne says:

    Happy Anniversary! I love your love story.


    Amy Reply:



  2. Alana says:

    Happy Anniversary!!
    Your story is so sweet!!!
    Hope you guys have a great day.


    Amy Reply:

    Thanks :)


  3. Kim says:

    Happy Anniversary :) I hoe you’re having a great night!


    Amy Reply:

    Thanks so much!


  4. Sarah says:

    Ohhh happy anniversary and omg those red curls are fabulous!


    Amy Reply:

    I love his red curls, we were hoping for a red head, but I got an (adorable) little mini-me instead. Which is just as good :)


  5. TMae says:

    You win cutest story EVAR! Happy anniversary my friend. I wish you both decades of love and comfort.


  6. Cheri says:

    WOW!!!! Happy Anniversary! What a wonderful story!


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