The one about JRK

March 2, 2011

I’m finding myself thinking about this assignment often.  Throughout the day, I think of things and then hope I remember them to write about.  Last night, as I was brushing my teeth, I thought of two really good things to write about.  I forgot them.  Dang.  And now, after having the first two writings flow right out, I’m having a harder time picking a topic.  So, I asked my husband, “Jeremy, what should I write about?” His reply? “Me!”

So I’ll write about my husband.  I’d like to say I could sum him up in a few words, but I’m not sure I can!  What attracted me to him from the beginning was his bright, happy smile and his incredible sense of humor.  He’s not the kind to crack jokes, but he’s witty and sarcastic.  The dry kind of humor I totally enjoy.  The first night we met, we also realized how much we both loved music.  The setting: Mid-April, in a bar.  Let’s not mention my age, ok?  The company: My best friends Beth and Coley (yes, the same Beth that’s marrying my cousin in 10 days!), Jeremy, and his ‘crew’ of fellow baseball boys.  Jeremy and I had lived on the same floor all year, yet we’d never introduced ourselves or formally met.  He was what some people call a “hermit” the first half of the year.  He was shocked when I burst out with the beginning lyrics to a song he and his “bestie” had requested, which had not yet played.  That song, ironically all about cheating, ended up being “our song” because of that little instance.  And, when the crew of us got back to my dorm room, and Jeremy decided to play DJ from my computer, he was ever-so-impressed with my music selection. (I’ll have to thank my Dad for that broad appreciation for many musical genres). 

After that night, it was only 5 days until our first date and kiss, 6 days until we were “official,” 2 ½ weeks until we said the “L” word, and 7 ½ months until we were engaged.   We progressed quickly, but like they say, “When you know, you know!”  Almost 4 years later, and after 1 ½ years of marriage, I’m so happy I took that guy I liked by the hand and didn’t worry about how quickly our feelings and relationship developed.  I married my best friend, cliché, I know, but it’s true.  There’s days he drives me crazy, but he’s my rock, my support, my smile, and my number one fan.  So, yeah, I kind of like him, too.