I met DD (Domestic Divo) when I was 21. Much to my parent's delight, I took the year off between my Junior and Senior year in College and decided to work for minimum wage + tips at a local bar & grill called Chuy's. Don't knock it until you've tried their wings.
February 11th, 2000 DD walked into Chuy's with his Fire Academy buddies and was ordering at the register next to mine. Something he said caught my attention. I looked up and we made eye contact. I remember thinking he was cute. Next thing I know, he sticks his hand out and our conversation goes like this:
Hey - I'm Clayton
Hey - I'm Krissy
Are you single?
Yes, I am
You want to go out sometime?
Uhhh....yeah, sure. I'll bring you number
We went out the next night, February 12th, and on February 14th he sent me a big bouquet of red and white roses. February 16th we met at a little coffee shop and talked for hours. I remember thinking he could be the one.
In August, I transferred to a local college to be near DD to finish out my senior year.
In November, he asked me to marry him.
July 7, 2001 we said I Do.
We've been through so much in the past 11 years.
We're not the same people that we were when we were 23.
We argue. We've been in marriage counseling. We've taken each other for granted. There were times I thought we weren't going to make it. We drive each other insane sometimes. We laugh. There are times I've laughed so hard I've tinkled a little bit in my pants. It happens after giving birth twice. He's my best friend. He's my rock. He's the best father I could ask for. We love each other.
We both come from a long line of divorced families. Our family trees look more like spider webs. When we got married, we were determined to break the cycle. I think sometimes that determination has been the only thing that kept us together. But isn't that what it's all about? At the end of the day, we made a commitment to each other: for better or WORSE. And being able to stick through the WORSE and come out on the other end is what makes our love grow stronger.
I'm not very good at expressing how much I love him. I know he reads this blog sometimes to get a peek into my mind. So, DD, on this no-D-Day I want you to know how much I love you - for your strength, for your humor, for your kindness, for your BBQ skills, for your ability to get through a honey-do list in 6 hours, for your perseverance, for your support and for loving me when I'm at my worst.
Baby: If I had to do it all over, I'd pick you again every time.