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7 Year Itch?!

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7 Year Itch?
Written May 20, 2012 7:53am
Dear Nathan,
When we met, I was 22 and you were 20. I never would have dated anyone my little sister’s age, so dating you was strange from the start. But in a world where I pledged to myself that I was going to be an adult, you reminded me of my fun side. When you told me there would be no difference in being 20 and 21, I found you hiding in the bathroom of the bar 15 minutes later…from the police. I told you, “That’s the difference in 20 and 21.” That was the first time I was right…You know better than anyone that I love that feeling.
In August of 2001, your friend Nick pulled me aside at Erica’s birthday party and said, “Frey is still in love with his ex. She broke his Heart. You break his heart and I’ll beat you up. The SP Mafia will mess you up.” I told him it was a little early for that kind of talk, and that I was fairly certain that you were no longer “in love with” your ex.
We dated for 6 months before anyone in Radiography School knew about it. This wasn’t because it was more exciting – it was because you and I agreed that the small class of 15 people knowing about it would only put pressure on our young relationship. And we were right about that. When we told our classmates at the Radiology Christmas party of 2001, it changed things for us at school. School required more focus. We had a warning from Greg, our school director. He told us that these things rarely ended well, and that they almost always divided a close class. He was 50% right (which is funny because I still think he’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met).
You weren’t the first guy to break up with me, but when it happened, it was different. I knew that it was temporary. I knew in my heart that we were going to get married. I told you that when you broke up with me. I said, “Okay, but don’t take too long because I will wait, but I won’t wait forever.” And you didn’t. You were smart.
We bought a house, and painted, and had parties. I wanted so badly to be engaged before we moved into that house, and I know you tried. The weekend that we got engaged, I knew something was up. You were dressed in clothes that I picked out (which never happened without my direction until that day). You took me to see Shakespeare’s A Comedy of Errors. You had no way of knowing this at the time, but this is one of my favorite Shakespearean works – and I love Shakespeare. After the play, you took me up to the “farm,” where I later found out would have been a great place to see the Northern Lights. You set up a picnic, and you proposed to me on one knee. You asked me to live with you each day in the present, and 8 months later we vowed to do so in. That was after our wedding – just the two of us – 7 years ago today.
I often joke about how surprised I am that we’ve been married as long as we have been. But who’s had time to fall out of love with everything we’ve been through in the last 7 years?! 2 homes, 3 states, 2 beautiful children, 2 hound dogs, more than enough tumors, 9 jobs, 15 bosses, 6 checking accounts, 2 funerals, countless weddings, 2 cruises, 6 nieces and nephews, and a trip to Italy.  Last night before dinner, I said, “7 years!! Who’d have thunk it?!” And your response warmed my heart. You subtly stated, “I never doubted it for one minute.” And I believe you.
Thank you for the last 7 years – I have truly lovedevery minute of it…the better and the worse; the richer and the poorer; the sickness and the health. I wouldn’t give it back for anything. It doesn’t get better than this (note the present tense).
I love you, Nathan Dean Frey.


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