Today is a special day. This day marks 8 years of love in my life with the man of my dreams. Our relationship has been filled with the ups and downs you would expect from an 8 year old relationship, but we are only stronger and love each other more because of it. We are opposite in just about as many ways as we are the same, but that is what makes our relationship interesting.
Jacob and I met a long time ago in middle school, but we never hung out or really even spoke. It wasn’t until I came home from college that Jacob and I started talking and spending time together. One of my very best friends, Jesse, and Jacob were hanging out often when I was away. When I came back and was re-introduced to Jacob, the sparks were flying right from the start. At first, we mostly saw each other during group outings to local bars. We would talk, laugh, and dance each night away until the wee hours of the morning.
Eventually, we started a casual dating relationship; every once in awhile straying from our pack of friends, going out to dinner or the movies. It wasn’t until one night, during another group outing to our favorite bar, that Jacob and I became a bit more serious. He was cranky and unsociable that night, having an unpleasant day at work, and was bringing the fun atmosphere down all around him. I had had enough of his moping and decided to venture out on the dance floor with my girlfriends. Another young gentleman asked me to dance and I gladly accepted. Jacob was visibly angry with this. I could tell, even from half-way across the bar. When I came back from my dancing excursion to where he was parked all night, I could tell he wasn’t happy with me. I explained, however, that I was a young, single lady and if he didn’t want me to dance with other young, single gentlemen, he would have to do something about it. The very next day, we were an official couple and haven’t looked back since.
It’s clear to me why some people who have known both Jacob and I since we were young would be baffled to see us together today (especially old school teachers). We couldn’t have been more different growing up. Jacob was a trouble-maker, indifferent about school, and a complete smart-ass. Picture the kid that was always causing trouble in class, one who would make the situation worse by instigating the teacher to a complete breaking point— a real button-pusher— the kid who received a lot of detentions—the one who could be a straight-A-student if only they put forth an ounce of effort. I, on the other hand, was the straight-A-student—the one involved in way too many activities to keep up good grades, yet did—the one whose teachers wrote lengthy recommendation letters for her—the one who cried at graduation because it was so hard to say goodbye. Yes, we were very different.
Today, Jacob and I may not share the share opinions on everything, but instead of hindering our relationship it makes us stronger. We don’t have the same faith and we don’t see eye-to-eye on many different topics, but there are several key things on which we can agree. Love. Loyalty. Honesty. Family. Supportiveness—no matter what.
Jacob is nothing but supportive. Every time I want to throw in the towel on my teaching career (or lack thereof) he lifts me right back up. He keeps me strong and hopeful. I do the same for him. Whenever things are looking bleak, we remind one another that we will make it because we have each other. Sounds like a Bon Jovi song, right?
“We’ve gotta hold on to what we’ve got. It doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not.
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for love.” –JBJ
It’s completely true, though. I think I might have given up the years-long teaching position search if it wasn’t for Jacob. I know I wouldn’t have been successful in my new Paleo lifestyle if I didn’t have his support, too. He gives me the courage and conviction to stick with my goals. He goes along the journey with me and picks me up if I fall. It also helps that he makes me laugh. He can see the humor in any situation. He can make me smile even on the most miserable of days. The old saying is true (for me, at least) that you choose a man very much like your father. Jacob and my dad are two peas in a pod. They are both fun-loving guys with big hearts who value family. They both are hard-working and sacrifice much for the ones they love. They even cheer for the same sports teams and scream at the television when the cheering hasn’t done the trick.
I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky! Happy Anniversary, Baby! I love you.