Friday, September 25, 2009

Pooch Pool Party

Back in August, Adrian, his dad, and I took Molly to the Pooch Pool Party in Nampa. Nacho stayed home for a number of reasons based largely on his disdain for most bodies of water and his inability to play nice with others. Molly had a GREAT time. I meant to post the pictures and video sooner but you know, life happens.

That's not Molly next to him, just a friendly guy looking to snag our ball.

Five Years

Tonight is the five year anniversary of the day Adrian and I met and subsequently had our first date. We were set up, of sorts, by a friend who had known both of us for years. I had recently broken up with a long term relationship and was in no way looking to get fixed up. She gave him my number because regardless of what I wanted, she just knew that he was supposed to be my husband. He called one day and left me a message while I was at work. Like the chicken that I am, I called him back at a time when I was hoping to catch him at work so that I could leave a message and be done with the whole hairy business. But he answered and I suppose it was pretty much down hill from there. He wanted me to join him for his cousin's wedding the following Saturday. I resolutely refused. I would have felt like some kind of wedding crasher, in addition to the stress of meeting him as well as ALL of his tremendous family at once. Over the week we continued to talk and he eventually wore me down and I agreed to meet him after the wedding. I nearly canceled on him a dozen times. I thought I must be crazy to go on a mostly-blind date. The reception was at the Basque Center downtown so the plan was to meet him on the corner out front. I remember my first impressions of him as I approached the corner. He was tall, built like a body builder and handsome as I could ever imagine. As it turned out, it was one of the easiest dates I'd ever been on. We walked around downtown, had a couple of Italian sodas, and rounded out the last several hours into the early light of morning at the glamorous airport Denny's. I can't explain it, but by the end of the night I just knew I'd met my husband. Two-ish years later he proposed on that same corner.

We went down the the Basque Center tonight and had a drink before spending our anniversary date in much the same way as our first. We walked around and had dinner at the Spaghetti Factory (a little classier than Denny's). We've been married 2 and a half years, but somehow the anniversary of our meeting almost seems more significant to me. It certainly hasn't always been easy. But ultimately, there still isn't any doubt in my mind that he's my perfect other half.