It’s our anniversary. ANNIVERSARY.
I’ve always hated this picture. My hair was frizzy, my boobs look pointy and I’m carrying a GRIP of stuff (I swear, I’ve never seen that jacket before in my life). But it’s our first ever picture together – and Andy looks so sad! I have to admit, I was freaking THRILLED that he cared so much. I remember how it felt that day, like the world was coming to an end when in reality I was simply getting on a bus (and then a train) back to Sacramento. We were in a WORLD of hurt. We had to wait a month and a half before we saw each other again? OMFG NOT COOL. I remember the girl who took this picture told us, “You guys are so cute!” and we thanked her morosely, pouting all the while. Moments later, I waved through a window and Andy watched the bus leave the station, eyes squinty with emotion, until he finally skated dejectedly away.
CHILDREN, PLEASE! Contain yourselves.
We have been married 10 years today.
I miss my nose ring.
September 13th, 2003. I’m pretty sure we chose the 13th because we knew some of our anniversaries would eventually fall on a Friday. HUZZAH!
I do love this picture, even though I’m making rabbit teeth. But I like the way my dress looks in motion. My dress was INCROYABLE, ya’ll. At first Andy wanted to wear a purple suit (which would’ve been awesome) and then all white (which would’ve been awesome), and then he just went with the white tie. Which was awesome.
Together we looked great.
I met Andy in 1999, the end
of my sophomore year. We lived in the same dorm, San Rafael. I was on the fourth floor and he was on the sixth and he and his roommates were SO LOUD that I would sometimes want to shout “OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, SHUDDUP!”. They’d move their loveseat out into the walkway and watch people in the courtyard, just LAUGHIN’ IT UP.
His hair was blond with black stripes, and sometimes black with blond stripes, and I called him “Skunk Boy” in my head.
One day our paths crossed (he was coming from the dining hall and I was on my way there) and he smiled at me. I instantly felt warm and fuzzy inside and I remember thinking, “Aw, he’s sweet.” The next time we saw each other, he was flying by me on his skateboard (barefoot) and he did a double take when he saw me. I think he might’ve said something like, “Whoa, there!” Heh. Or not. It was probably “Heeeey…!” Either way, he ran back to talk to me and we stood there for 2 or 3 hours discussing random things.
This was like a week or two before summer break. I think Andy and I knew each other less than a week before we jumped straight into a relationship. And then we spent 3 months apart. I went home to Sacramento and he stayed in SB. He wrote me the most romantic letters and poems and I wrote back my lovesick replies and we would have these long, sappy phone conversations where we’d each sigh a couple million times.
When I moved back to Santa Barbara? Oh Lord, it’s so embarrassing to think about this because we were UBER dramatic and junk and my sister Bethany witnessed it but we basically did this:
We were in luuuurve.
He missed my scent.
The first days and weeks and months we were walking on air, believe it or not. See what I did there?
These pics were taken on Andy’s birthday in 2000. As happy as I looked, I was feeling pretty low. We’d already broken up once and gotten back together the next day and I was afraid it was going to happen again. I was…ahem…a little clingy. A month later, we broke up.
It was a dark time. On the bright side, I lost, like, 20 pounds.
After barely any contact for almost a year, we went to dinner to touch base. Andy was moving back to Templeton and I still had a quarter left of school to finish. We kissed that night and decided to get back together a couple of days later. And then he left town and we were apart for three months. Again.
Andy’s birthday, 2001. I was feeling pretty good.
Okay, so he visited me on the regular. He did. And while we were apart he wrote me the most romantic emails and poems and I sent back my lovesick replies and we’d have sappy, yet mature conversations about how much we loved each other.
Then I graduated, Andy moved back to SB, and we got a cute apartment together. We lived in Santa Barbara for a year or two (we even worked together at Borders. Those were good times) and then to LA where Andy went to grad school. Our mutual hatred of Los Angeles brought us even closer together, and one night, kneeling in the street, Andy proposed. With a poem.
Right? Of course I said yes!
Happy Anniversary/Friday the 13th, my love!